| pungoose ( @ 2009-05-28 22:12:00 |
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ha!
... and wound up in The Worst French Restaurant In Soho for dinner (it had a pianist who knew the first three bars of at least two songs, the ugliest paintings you've ever seen on the wall, and a waitress who spoke no known language. The food took over two hours to come, and was neither what we had ordered, nor warm, nor edible).
(from an afterword written by Neil Gaiman).