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Hot on the heels of Alan Medics sexist flamer...


I was in a restaurant this week where I was given a menu with prices on, and my wife was given a menu with no prices.


Apparently it's a French thing - discussed it with a French colleague at work and he says its quite common at higher end restaurants.


I've never seen it before but thought it was hilarious. My wife was actually quite pleased as she prefers not to know what things cost - its puts her off her food.

It is less common these days save for higher end establishments.


Reminds me of a second or third date I had about 25 years ago in an aspirational restaurant in West Hampstead. My then girlfriend unknowingly chose the most expensive starter, main course and dessert on the menu leading me to opt for the cheapest while crossing fingers in the hope I had enough credit on my Access Card.


Been married 23 years now and she still often chooses the dearest even though she can see the prices.

Thinking about it, partly due to cost and partly in an effort to impress, I seem to remember I ordered artichoke for the first time, naively pulling off and chewing one or two of the outer leaves before 'Little Lady' pointed out I was meant to eat the soft heart.


I spent the next 45 minutes or so chewing the cud to break down the inedible fibrous leaves.

I was once with a group of people in a Chinese restaurant when the waiter cleared some plates and brought another dish with what looked like pale pancake rolls in clear wrapping. I was wondering how you eat this next course when fortunately one of the group unwrapped one and wiped his hands with it.

I was once in a restaurant with my (then) boss and a few colleagues and I was, admittedly, extraordinarily drunk. Feeling adventurous, I ordered the oysters, as the boss was paying. When they came, they were beautifully presented in their shells on a bed of what I thought was rice. I discovered, after one very large mouthful, it was actually rock salt.


Fortunately, everyone else was extraordinarily drunk and didn't notice me desperately trying to empty my mouth into my napkin. (it was Melbourne Cup day - the race that stops Australia... and gets them very, very pissed)

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