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So I met Phil for breakfast on Sunday in Bath. I wanted pancakes, and we were just setting off for the Pancake Purveyors when he had an idea. He suggested a little cafe he knew that sold strudel, saying that they would probably sell pancakes.
So we went there, and obviously they didn't sell pancakes. In fact, the ONLY thing they sold was strudel, but it looked pretty nice so we decided to stay anyway.
The place was called Hansel und Gretel and the best word to describe it is: Bavarian. The cafe was full of checked red-and-white tablecloths, women in full Austrian national costume, about 100 cuckoo clocks all set to go off at random and a TV in the corner showing scenes from Northern Germany, Austria and Hungary whilst playing Bavarian music. Surreal.
So. We sit down and order. I have coffee and cherry strudel; Phil has cinnamon cappuchino and apple strudel. A few minutes later the waitress returns.
Waitress: (in thick foreign accent) I'm terribly sorry but we have run out of the cinnamon syrup we need to make your drink. Please, would you like to order something else?
Phil: Oh yes, of course, not a problem.
Waitress: I'm so terribly sorry.
Phil: Unless you drank all the cinnamon syrup.
(Ominous pause. Waitress looks confused)
Phil: If you've drunk it all, I'll have to beat you.
Waitress: Oh no no no, I'm so sorry!
(Waitress looks flustered)
Phil: In that case I'll have the chocolate cappuchino.
Waitress: Yes, of course sir!
(Waitress hurries off)
Me: PHIL! You shouldn't have said that!! Now she thinks you're a total psycho!
So we went there, and obviously they didn't sell pancakes. In fact, the ONLY thing they sold was strudel, but it looked pretty nice so we decided to stay anyway.
The place was called Hansel und Gretel and the best word to describe it is: Bavarian. The cafe was full of checked red-and-white tablecloths, women in full Austrian national costume, about 100 cuckoo clocks all set to go off at random and a TV in the corner showing scenes from Northern Germany, Austria and Hungary whilst playing Bavarian music. Surreal.
So. We sit down and order. I have coffee and cherry strudel; Phil has cinnamon cappuchino and apple strudel. A few minutes later the waitress returns.
Waitress: (in thick foreign accent) I'm terribly sorry but we have run out of the cinnamon syrup we need to make your drink. Please, would you like to order something else?
Phil: Oh yes, of course, not a problem.
Waitress: I'm so terribly sorry.
Phil: Unless you drank all the cinnamon syrup.
(Ominous pause. Waitress looks confused)
Phil: If you've drunk it all, I'll have to beat you.
Waitress: Oh no no no, I'm so sorry!
(Waitress looks flustered)
Phil: In that case I'll have the chocolate cappuchino.
Waitress: Yes, of course sir!
(Waitress hurries off)
Me: PHIL! You shouldn't have said that!! Now she thinks you're a total psycho!