The restaurant was spacious and elegant and as I first made small talk first to my left and then to my right .I really hoped the main course was going to be delicious. I had been to so many occasions where men in tuxedos and women in splendid evening dresses were offered the kind of food that should only be eaten behind closed doors.
The creamy vegetable soup arrived with a puff pastry lid and as diners tenuously lifted it to expose the liquid contents those with glasses looked like Mr Magoo and those without glasses just got very smarty eyes. Any woman daring to rub her eyes was giving a good approximation of a panda with smudged mascara, as waterproof had not been invented by then.
Finally the star of the show arrived with all the pomp and ceremony befitting its status in German society. When the waiters lifted the silver domes there sat huge plates of white asparagus dripping with creamy butter.
I looked round and you could see my fellow diner’s confusion as to how they were going to eat this. “Blow this, I do not care anymore” I thought as I decided to tuck in without a care for the consequences. Butter dripped down all our chins as we enjoyed the delicious fare and we laughed all the way back to the hotel.
From The Boomer Generation by Carole McCall