I went out for dinner last night in Soho. A small restaurant called Giovanni’s. We experienced the most silent and bizarre chef/waiter who would neither speak to us or look at us. He was a hoot:
I then had the pleasure of realising that I was surrounded by images of the owner, of about 5″2 in height alongside David Hasselhoff:
Our waiter warmed to us in the end, as we (my friend, Anna and I) realised the best, no, only way we could communicate with him was through men. Fortunately Thom was with us. It was just women he hated in the end. Phew. That’s OK then.