Prezzo! (Blog 184)

Yesterday, I had an actual day out with my dad and my brother’s family at Italian restaurant, Prezzo. To get there, first my dad and I needed to park in a car park. Not exactly exciting? Well, if you use your imagination maybe, just maybe all that business could be as interesting as a scene from Lord of the Rings. Why? Because the ticket machine was confusing. :D … … Still don’t know what I’m on about? I’ll explain. The device didn’t say parking was free after 7pm. I’ll explain deeper: To know that, you’d have to be psychic or rely on word of mouth, like me and my dad did (and myths are spread by word of mouth). See, makes sense. Of course there is a chance I didn’t read the car park sign properly as there was no point. It was my dad’s problem. Ok, ok, let’s face facts, I was just trying to make parking sound interesting. It didn’t really remind me of LOTR. Not at all, in fact. Well, maybe children look a bit like Hobbits??? I didn’t see any there, though. Anyway, fortunately the meal was pretty good and I won’t have to exaggerate about that.

The Italians certainly have a lot to be proud of, inventing pizza, spaghetti AND ice cream, but why was water and cocktails on the menu? The establishment wasn’t trying to claim they were Italian too, right? Narcissists. According to the internet, Americans invented the latter. I’m not sure how well known that fact is. I’m assuming not very. Maybe the superpower residents should promote themselves a little better, as a lot of their foods are known for being not so great. I’m talking about hotdogs made of water (yes that is impressive, but not nice) and inedible, baby-sick chocolate. And what’s with Prezzo naming one of their cocktails ‘The Pornstar’? What is this filth? I was in the company of children! To be polite and respectable (as I always am) I pointed to the menu so I wouldn’t have to say the heinous name out loud. However, the waiter said it for me, ruining everything. :S And who named the drink ‘The Pornstar’? What has it got to do with porn? Hopefully nothing for hygiene reasons.

My niece did some puzzles when she wasn’t eating and interestingly she asked for some of the answers. That seemed a little strange as no one would be marking her work. Was she lying to herself about her abilities? If so was that because she was influenced by the lying Italians? Children are very impressionable, but I didn’t complain to the staff because I didn’t want to make a scene. Only joking, I’m sure my niece was merely curious. Let’s not be abusive. As time went on, I kind of had the need for a third cocktail, and even though I had an opportunity to ask for one at a very nice moment, I didn’t out of politeness. Think about this: People get taught politeness is good if not essential in many circumstances, but what happens to polite beggars? They starve. Sure, more well of people simply get hungry/thirsty, but still, not great is it? So screw you, Prezzo. Whoops. I don’t know what came over me.

I guess it is good not to make alcohol drinking a habit, though. Similarly, all the cake I consumed at my brother’s wedding has got me back on sugars. Even though I ate a dessert in Prezzo (along with everyone else, making me stand out a little less - phew) it wasn’t enough. I had to have another desert when I got home. Just because it was a special occasion. Well that’s what I told myself. As is my understanding, people can happily eat chocolate after chocolate after chocolate, because there is so little nutrition in them. It makes you wonder how many sweets you’d need to eat to get the equivalent of your five fruits and veg a day. Maybe 10 kilos?? Whilst me trying to find out would be excellent blog material, I’m sure I will never do so, myself. Too hardcore, if not dangerous. Ok, that’s all from me! Byeeee!