Thursday, 9 September 2010

Prosecco biatch

The temperature was In the late 70's, I was at Scoma's seafood restaurant, Sausalito. The front of house stuck me at the bar, hoping l'd take her offer to stay there.

W2N2- I'll take a table in the restaurant or on the veranda please.
SSR- No problem sir.

I was led to a table on the veranda, bliss, I ordered a glass of Prosecco, it arrived, was cold, dry and above all, flat.

W2N2- This Prosecco is flat. Could you change it please?
SSR- No problem sir...

The Prosecco returned. Super fizzy and now even sweeter. That old chestnut I thought... I use that trick on shoots when not on vacation, a pinch of sugar, get the fizz up for a single frame. I let them know I was onto their cheap trick. They didn't care. And you know what? Neither did I, as I sat in the cooling shade, water lapping beneath me and visible in the distance was San Fracisco's skyline, connected by the Golden Gate bridge, prominant against an immense, clear blue sky. I had half a dozen clams, a small bowl of chowder and halibut fish 'n' chips, sublime.

SSR- would you like more bubbles sir?
W2N2- ??????

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