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shewhomustWe spent yesterday evening in Stanhope in Weardale, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
durham_rambler at a meeting, and me just wandering around, taking pictures and enjoying myself. We stopped at the Bay Horse in Wolsingham for dinner. Since we last ate there, it seems to have become more ambitious in its cuisine: what used to be just a country pub is now a gastro-pub with rustic décor. But it served us decent, freshly cooked fish and chips, and we ordered dessert. durham_rambler chose the Eton Mess, which I think of as a mixture of strawberries, cream and broken meringues, but in this case was described as using raspberries rather than strawberries - and durham_rambler is rather fond of raspberries.
So he was a little disappointed when it turned out to be strawberries after all, but he might not have said anything had the young man who brought our coffee (making him the third person to have served us) not asked if everything had been all right. Since he was asked, he answered that the menu had promised him raspberries, and his dessert had contained strawberries.
The waiter considered this, and asked politely "Was the metamorphosis of fruit a problem?"
durham_rambler wasn't ready for this formulation, and the waiter didn't risk it again (and he did go and check with the kitchen and apologise that we hadn't been warned they were out of raspberries): but isn't it lovely? The metamorphosis of fruit...
durham_rambler at a meeting, and me just wandering around, taking pictures and enjoying myself. We stopped at the Bay Horse in Wolsingham for dinner. Since we last ate there, it seems to have become more ambitious in its cuisine: what used to be just a country pub is now a gastro-pub with rustic décor. But it served us decent, freshly cooked fish and chips, and we ordered dessert. durham_rambler chose the Eton Mess, which I think of as a mixture of strawberries, cream and broken meringues, but in this case was described as using raspberries rather than strawberries - and durham_rambler is rather fond of raspberries.So he was a little disappointed when it turned out to be strawberries after all, but he might not have said anything had the young man who brought our coffee (making him the third person to have served us) not asked if everything had been all right. Since he was asked, he answered that the menu had promised him raspberries, and his dessert had contained strawberries.
The waiter considered this, and asked politely "Was the metamorphosis of fruit a problem?"
durham_rambler wasn't ready for this formulation, and the waiter didn't risk it again (and he did go and check with the kitchen and apologise that we hadn't been warned they were out of raspberries): but isn't it lovely? The metamorphosis of fruit...
