Helsinki Experience
I was out having a cup of tea with
katyan and a few other people when suddenly the former President of the Republic M appeared behind me. He was Nordic walking with his wife E, and apparently they also considered that café to have the most awesome scenery in Helsinki. I know last year's Finlandia winner writes about this particular café in his book, although I haven't read it, which is odd, because I could have had a signed copy for free once, but I was too lazy at the time to wait in the queue! Stupid me... now I'll just have to pick it up from the library if I want to know more about the historical capital.
A few days ago me and P were checking out the new restaurant that replaced Eatz in Helsinki recently. It didn't impress me, because the menu and all other texts that were written on the walls (and wherever texts are needed to be written to gain credibility of some sort), contained so many errors I lost count. One probably shouldn't be annoyed over such a thing but I can't help being irritated at people's ignorance sometimes. I mean, can you imagine who would start up a tex-mex joint without knowing how tequila is spelled?
Eventually, (after a spicy avocado salad and a Strogbow) we had to leave the restaurant in a hurry because P urgently needed to stop by at the local post office before they closed. As we weren't sure about the bus schedules and couldn't spend time on studying them from A to Z we sort of had to take a taxi! Luckily it wasn't late so we didn't have to wait for the usual hour or so, but instead got a ride immediately, which was a nice exception en soi.
The nicety of it all, however, ended abruptly when the taxi driver started yelling obscenities to another taxi driver who accused our driver for picking up clients at a wrong spot. He should have been some 20 meters farther away. A logical reason to get all beastly towards a colleague in broad daylight, huh? Anyways, the language got really crude ("Eff you! Shut up you &%"¤#! Go ahead and dial the complaints number you c***sucker!") and I started to regret having already stepped into his car, but once inside the guy turned all friendly, asking where to take us. And he wasn't even speeding during the trip. But my, what a foul mouth he had...
katyan and a few other people when suddenly the former President of the Republic M appeared behind me. He was Nordic walking with his wife E, and apparently they also considered that café to have the most awesome scenery in Helsinki. I know last year's Finlandia winner writes about this particular café in his book, although I haven't read it, which is odd, because I could have had a signed copy for free once, but I was too lazy at the time to wait in the queue! Stupid me... now I'll just have to pick it up from the library if I want to know more about the historical capital.
A few days ago me and P were checking out the new restaurant that replaced Eatz in Helsinki recently. It didn't impress me, because the menu and all other texts that were written on the walls (and wherever texts are needed to be written to gain credibility of some sort), contained so many errors I lost count. One probably shouldn't be annoyed over such a thing but I can't help being irritated at people's ignorance sometimes. I mean, can you imagine who would start up a tex-mex joint without knowing how tequila is spelled?
Eventually, (after a spicy avocado salad and a Strogbow) we had to leave the restaurant in a hurry because P urgently needed to stop by at the local post office before they closed. As we weren't sure about the bus schedules and couldn't spend time on studying them from A to Z we sort of had to take a taxi! Luckily it wasn't late so we didn't have to wait for the usual hour or so, but instead got a ride immediately, which was a nice exception en soi.
The nicety of it all, however, ended abruptly when the taxi driver started yelling obscenities to another taxi driver who accused our driver for picking up clients at a wrong spot. He should have been some 20 meters farther away. A logical reason to get all beastly towards a colleague in broad daylight, huh? Anyways, the language got really crude ("Eff you! Shut up you &%"¤#! Go ahead and dial the complaints number you c***sucker!") and I started to regret having already stepped into his car, but once inside the guy turned all friendly, asking where to take us. And he wasn't even speeding during the trip. But my, what a foul mouth he had...