13th August and a Friday, it had been a long, tenuous week, a bite to eat and a trip to the pictures was in order. C&R cafe is close to the Curzon, two birds one stone. I cut through Soho as before and hawked a penny, I swooped for it, this could be my change of fortune... Would you believe it!? The frickin thing was glued to the floor! I moved on quickly and entered C&R cafe, showed a single finger and was seated at the one and only remaining table. As before, I was the only person with a fork and spoon. It bugged me big time! You can't judge a person's chopstick skills from appearance alone can you? They could have at least set a test first.My food arrived as the door opened and closed, reservations made using hand gestures in a Ted Rodgers fashion. The place was well busy, loyal punters waited outside for a vacant table in the drizzle. Inside, all eyes were on me, I picked my napkin off the floor for a third time. Was it the cutlery? I thought. I dreamed of demonstrating my amazing chopstick skills for a moment.
The food was interesting, I had the Nasi lemak as recommended and would have really enjoyed it except for the fork, the spoon, sitting by the over active door and above all, the staring eyes. That was when I realised, I was also sat beneath a 60 inch TV.
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