STUN

When Katja and Rich was here on sunday we went for dinner at this nice restaurant at Ashton Lane, one of my favorite places in the west end. Just a little street of Byres road that you wont really know is there is you don't already do. Anyway, the dinner was lovely. Me and Katja order the same thing, slow roast pork loin and Rich order the haggis, nippies n' tatties (potatoes for you who didn't know). But when the food arrived they've mixed my order up so I got a nice lamb stew. Which was totally fine, couldn't really be arsed waiting yet again for the right dish. But the guy was really sorry and completely scrapped my food of the bill. At the end Rich offered to pay, that nice man, so I let him pay for my glas of wine.

But here's the fun part of the story. Rich was paying by card and a waiter, not the one we had earlier, came up to the table with the card machine. I guess he had a quite bad accent so Rich couldn't really hear him. So the guy put down the card machine and Rich started to put in his pin. By this time the guy had said something about the tip so Rich looked up and the guy took back the card machine.
- So this is your tip ?
- Uhh ? Yes, or what ?
Yet again, guess things got lost in translation and the waiter laughed and put it through the machine, asked Rich to enter his pin and then gave hime the receipt. Guess Rich was not very happy with their service and only payed them 8 pence in tip. We did realize our, or his, misstake and left some coins on the table.

But from now on, it's an 8p tip.

XOXO