I’m usually not too worried about
dining alone; but when you’re in a hotel it’s a bit more inconspicuous as you
tend to see the same people every day. But I was hungry and I’d showered and
made by best to look respectable. There was an Indian maître’ d who was waiting
to greet me upon my entry to the dining room; and after ticking me off his list
he beckoned me to follow him to a table. After following him to two other
members of staff which he had conversations with in another language; I was
remembered again and led to a table. I wondered if he had difficulties seeing
me behind him as he did have just the one eye. He arranged for fresh coffee for
me and invited me to help myself to the continental buffet. But the strange
thing was that the full English was supervised. It wasn’t cooked to order and it
was laid out like a buffet but you weren’t allowed to help yourself. They’re
obviously counting the pennies.
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