There are some days when absolutely nothing goes the way it should. Today our train to Cardiff is running 45 minutes late. Along the way, rather than picking up time, we lose another 15 minutes. On arrival we race to The Potted Pig and, because we have abandoned all our pre-lunch plans, we are only 10 minutes late.
The Potted Pig is a restaurant housed in a bank vault beneath the city centre. The menu looks good and I’m always impressed with a place that stocks local craft beer. I order the Session IPA from the Pipes Artisan Brewery. It is really good – well flavoured with some fruity notes. Things are starting to look up! And….lunch is due to be followed by a trip to the theatre – which we have been looking forward to with great anticipation.
Rock orders the brace of quail with an orb of joy and matchstick fries. Apparently the orb of joy is a slow- baked, whole red onion basted in poultry stock! I order the breast of duck with a duck faggot, girolle mushrooms and spinach. We wait patiently as there is plenty of time before we need to leave for the theatre.
How long is reasonable? We certainly don’t expect fast food. The restaurant is by no means full. Twenty minutes, thirty minutes….now I’m on to my second beer. Eventually we start to get concerned about our theatre visit. The food finally arrives – it looks good, mine tastes really good…but while Rock’s quail is piping hot, my duck is barely lukewarm. We don’t have time for them to start over and decide to leave. Thankfully, they are very apologetic and do not even attempt to charge us for anything.
We go on to the theatre…and after a fairly uneventful first half, walk out at the intermission. It is definitely one of those days.