Day 184

My writing needs that outside world that is rich in characters, scenery, objects, and language. To sit at a table in an ordinary coffee shop is to observe the tapestries of life unfold before you.

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Just the other night, I was sitting in a restaurant, rather pricey too, and it was packed. Had I not been a guest, would I have gone? Possibly, but at the prices for the menu items, as amazing as they sounded, it would have used up six months of my allowance for dining out.

It’s not the first time I have been to such a place, and I’ll be honest, I love these sorts of dining establishments, and the food, by and large, is absolutely delicious.

But there is another reason why these places hold such an interest for me. It’s the people who also go there, from those who can afford it to those who cannot, for those who want to impress, and for those who want to show they belong there, even though in a sense they do not.

In a sense, I did not belong, but in another, I know what is good and what is not, I know what goes with what, and I know that you don’t go there and look at the prices. You know there is not going to be any change out of a thousand dollars, and that’s before you look at a half-decent Cabernet.

But I can spot the people who don’t belong. I can see the people who do, but are not graceful with it, and I see the people who belong and are graceful and polite.

And then there are the people who pretend they belong and are just plain horrible. These are the people one often sees overseas who believe they are superior to those who live there. It’s something I can never understand.

But I digress…

Quite a few characters are borne out of my dining companions. Like the other night. The table across from me was attended by six university types, who looked to be lecturers, tutors, and family. There was the Queen Bee, the convenor, the one who sat while others deferred to her, and the hierarchy was very clear. She smiled, everyone relaxed, she perused the menu, everyone paused and deferred, the wine was her selection, where a suggestion was not to be debated, but a nod with ‘good choice’ was the response.

It simply made me glad I never have much to do with university types.

The table on the right side had three people who studied the menu intently. it was a dead giveaway that the cheap[est selections, which were not cheap, were the means by which they could say they dined there, and take the kudos from it.

They were polite, spoke quietly, enjoyed the food and the atmosphere, and were polite and accepted the very discreet assistance from the wait staff.

I suspect the wait staff have experienced all manner of diners, and we were lucky the more brash and annoying were not there that night.

Our waitress was French, with a voice that could melt ice, and had I been in a more flippant mood, I would have asked her to recite the menu in her native language. Naughty and probably annoying, I resisted the temptation. But I did ask questions about the food.

On the other side, there was a table of four, a birthday, which culminated in a very bad rendition of Happy Birthday, and the birthday girl looked somewhat embarrassed. It could have been a less enthusiastic rendition, but who does that on a birthday treat?

As it is an inner city restaurant, some of the clientele were people who lived in the nearby apartments, and a study of the menu meant that instead of spending a fortune in the supermarket, dining out could be affordable, and not have to cook every night. It was not the only restaurant in the precinct, and I guess there were enough that you could have a different type of meal every night for a month before you had to start again.

Certainly, by the time I left, I had at least another six character profiles I was going to use later in my stories. As well as the dining options, the wait staff, the wine types, and a few ideas about what I was going to try another time.

And the conversation? It’s always quite different when you’re eating and drinking in an expensive restaurant as distinct from when you go to McDonald’s. If you deign to go to McDonald’s.