We went to a place on Cockle Bay Wharf. Okay, I�ll tell the name � Blackbird Caf�. It was entertaining, I think that�s the word. The food was crap (bland and boring) but the waiters and waitresses were that sort of species that you can�t help but stare at although you want to look away. It�s draws you in.

First there was the bloke that looked at his muscles every time he came out of the kitchen. It�s like he was checking if they were still there. Then there was the frustrated would-be hairdresser/interior decorator. He just pranced around in his army issue hat and tried to look like a model i.e. bored out of his brain. Then there was the girl with the one glove. One? Madonna is that you? Have the eighties come back to stay? Oh praise the-oh kill them all!! It seemed to have no function at all, she just thought she was cool.

I think the owner of the restaurant woke up one morning and thought � I need to have hip and happening staff to attract a young crowd. When he decided that the waiters and waitresses should wear dingy singlet tops was most definitely the downfall for his business. I save the best for last though � One of the attendants had charming butt cleavage, a bad ass mutherfudger shirt on, a big thumping tattoo decorating a bicep, dark sunglasses, a hat and a nice little moustache with the attitude to match. I�m all for moustaches if it suits you, but it�s just my personal opinion that if you have boobs and a vagina, a moustache just isn�t for you. She looked like a reject from the Village People.

The chicken on my burger was dry. It was tasteless and apparently it would kill them to give you sauce. Any sort of flavour wasn�t what is hip and happening apparently.

Lucky lunch was cheap � although we should have cottoned onto why it was so cheap beforehand.

Tyd

30 April 2003 - 5:13 pm

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