Farty Party, Table for Two

There is something about having curry for breakfast. Idly (rice pattie) and Samba (spicy veg soup) with coriander paste is becoming somewhat a favourite with me. I’m not sure if the rest of the planet will thank me for the methane emissions though.

By Sunday night the wedding was well and truly over. The families had left and it was just us (from the wedding party) left in the hotel. What to do?

We chilled in the Breeze hotel lobby café while waiting for the restaurant to open. We were soon joined by a couple from Portsmouth and for a horrible second or two we thought we weren’t going to be able to shake them. However, we did, purely by agreeing with them when they asked if the Kane and Able Café was the only place to eat in the hotel.

So at 7.45pm we pottered our separate way for dinner. We went to the Poonamallee Restauant and they, to Kane and Able.

We walked through the door and into Butlins, Minehead circa 1972. Ban-maire along one wall, dimmed lights and families scattered all over the shop. We asked if they were doing a-la-carte. Thank goodness they were, but just for us ‘cause we asked.

We asked for the wine list, we thought a nice bottle of something would help us relax a bit and we were brought the entire wine list. It consisted of a bottle of red or a bottle of white. We went for red, after all it’s very hard to stuff up Cab Sav.

After we had ordered from the International menu, Hubby ordered Crispy Lamb for the Oriaental Feast section, I ordered Seer Fish grilled with garlic and butter. I didn’t fancy curry again and neither did Hubby.

While we waited for our dinner to arrive we had a visit from the magic man. He made a fake bird appear from a coin, he made a king of spades disappear and turn into a three of spades, he made a little straw man stand up on his palm as he straightened out his hand and made the cloth disappear and reappear. For his final trick he made Rs5 of disappear from Hubbys wallet. After he’d left Hubby said ‘I fu*king hate cun…jurors’.

Dinner arrived and at last Hubby got what he’d been expecting from the wedding food. Pete had warned us that the food might be a bit spicy, only it hadn’t been. Now that Hubby was after something other than curry, it turned out his Crispy Lamb was the spiciest thing he’d had all week. He broke out in a sweat it was so spicy. Meanwhile my grilled fish was perfect.

As dinner arrived the musical entertainment started. One man and his Casio keyboard! He started with a rendition of Congratulations by Sir Cliff Richard then launched into a couple of Indian tunes followed by Que Sera-Sera.
This all got us to reminiscing about the worst hotel we had ever stayed at, the most disappointing restaurant and the most overrated tourist locations.
Hotel – We came to the conclusion it was the B&B in Weymouth, New Year 1997.
Restaurant – Had to be the Chinese in Llandudno were everything came out on plates with knives and forks.
Tourist Location – Warner Brothers Movie World. It’s only got four rides and everything else is a shop. We did of course exclude the Dog on a Tucker Box in NSW and the Aboriginal Canoe Tree in Goolwa SA, ‘cause we didn’t have to pay to see them.