Service: * * 1\/2
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Food: * * 1\/2
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Ambience: * *
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Babe Count: * * * 1\/2<\/i> <\/p>\n
I’ve got no food in my house, and I’m in dire need of nutrition. I’ve just been to gym, where I had a wonderful session on the rowing machine. As a consequence, my t-shirt is clinging to my unbelievably sculpted chest. And it’s been carefully pulled away from my somewhat unsculpted stomach. Which needs at least nine months of work to get it to acceptable levels of tautness.<\/p>\n
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I prefer not to shower at the Cresta gym, cos of some unwelcome attention I’ve had from one or two guys touching their hardons in the showers. I kinda prefer not being leered at when I’m showering. I’d prefer people to respect my sexuality. And heck, surely there are more polite ways for men to hit on other men? When I hit on women, I really hope I don’t come on so strong. Sheesh.<\/p>\n
So that’s why I’m in Panarotti’s unshowered, sweaty, gym-stricken. But it’s okay. I’m not a stinky sweater. I seem to have inherited sweet perspiration glands from my dad. He could do a hundred pushups on command, even when he was 70 years old. Last time I could do one hundred pushups was when I vice-captained the St Martin’s School 2nd rugby team to a 55-0 defeat against the St John’s College 5th team.<\/p>\n
I’m all nostalgic. I’m sitting on the cusp of new things and remembering old times. Antoinette and I used to order the Panarotti’s Greek salad often. We’d get the big one and share it, and it was a wonderful meal, with the most impressive feta cheese available in restaurants.<\/p>\n
So I’ve ordered the small size, and a foccacia with three cheeses on it. I’ve asked for a small foccacia, but they don’t seem to understand such things, and it’s the size of a normal pizza. And maybe it’s the absence of Antoinette, or my frustration at not yet having met Heidi, but the salad just doesn’t taste as good as it used to. <\/p>\n
Hmm. On reflection, I think it’s to do with the salad dressing. I think they’ve changed the recipe. Yup. That’s it. The old dressing had that same feta in it, and it was rich and creamy and delicious. The dressing I’ve splashed over my salad tonight is just plain boring.<\/p>\n
I wonder if there’s a Panarotti’s in Somerset West? I wonder how Heidi and I will deal with change if we decide that we’re gunna be an item beyond cyberspace? I wonder what feta cheese will taste like with her?<\/p>\n