Despite being struck with the first cold of the season, and the attendant joy that brings, Prudence had a lovely dinner with L, N and J tonight.
After many reply-all emails, we settled on a cheap and cheerful Vietnamese.
It was busy and buzzy and the conversation flowed.
But the service was not-in-a-good-way notable.
Prudence was prepared to overlook having the waiter deliver glasses to the table but not fill them with wine. She even turned a begrudging blind eye to the waitress leaning in front of her to clear both L and J's plates, when there was more than ample space to move around the table.
But serving peppermint tea with milk, sugar and a tiny teddy biscuit is utterly inexcusable.