Dogma
I was looking for a bar/restaurant similar to someplace I might eat at in Cambridge. You'd be surprised how hard it is to find somewhere like that in Coventry; Last time I was there with Dad, we had a pretty hard time finding somewhere nice to eat, rather than somewhere like Wetherspoons. When I was leaving on the coach that time, however, I noticed a promising-looking place around the side of the bus depot, so I figured I'd check it out the next time I was in Coventry. Fast-forward to Saturday, and I walked up the stairs of said restaurant, saw that it was a little too formal, turned around and walked out.
What I did find was a place nearby called Dogma; with a stupid trendy name like that, it had to be exactly what I was looking for! And it was. I sat down in a comfortable padded chair, and a pretty girl with a northern accent came to take my order.
"Can I get the Dogma burger, please?" I said, ignoring the fact that ordering food that's named after the place that serves it kind of makes me a dick.
"No," was her reply. She stood there with her eyes closed for a moment, while I looked at her in a kind of blank amusement, mostly aware she was joking, but also thinking that maybe they were out of beef. Turns out they weren't, and having completely failed to capitalise on the joke, I ordered a drink.
Later she came back to my table and told me she wasn't working very hard today, because she'd been drinking tequila the night before, and had a hangover. I tried to sound sympathetic, but I'm not sure I did a very good job of it. I ordered the Banana and Amaretti Cheesecake, and when she eventually came back (She wasn't joking about not working hard), I asked for the bill. Again her reply was "No," followed by a pause. She then pointed out she was being very mean to me, and I failed again to say anything funny in response. She wandered off to get the bill.
The funniest part was that at one point, a couple of girls came in and sat at the table next to me, and when she took their order, she did it with a completely blank face, unamused as they joked with each other about what to have. I'd noticed from the other customers that her banter seemed to be reserved for the guys, anyway.
I may have more 'Tales of the Past Week' later. But for now I should go to work. Bye!
What I did find was a place nearby called Dogma; with a stupid trendy name like that, it had to be exactly what I was looking for! And it was. I sat down in a comfortable padded chair, and a pretty girl with a northern accent came to take my order.
"Can I get the Dogma burger, please?" I said, ignoring the fact that ordering food that's named after the place that serves it kind of makes me a dick.
"No," was her reply. She stood there with her eyes closed for a moment, while I looked at her in a kind of blank amusement, mostly aware she was joking, but also thinking that maybe they were out of beef. Turns out they weren't, and having completely failed to capitalise on the joke, I ordered a drink.
Later she came back to my table and told me she wasn't working very hard today, because she'd been drinking tequila the night before, and had a hangover. I tried to sound sympathetic, but I'm not sure I did a very good job of it. I ordered the Banana and Amaretti Cheesecake, and when she eventually came back (She wasn't joking about not working hard), I asked for the bill. Again her reply was "No," followed by a pause. She then pointed out she was being very mean to me, and I failed again to say anything funny in response. She wandered off to get the bill.
The funniest part was that at one point, a couple of girls came in and sat at the table next to me, and when she took their order, she did it with a completely blank face, unamused as they joked with each other about what to have. I'd noticed from the other customers that her banter seemed to be reserved for the guys, anyway.
I may have more 'Tales of the Past Week' later. But for now I should go to work. Bye!