I'm not big on fish, though I am trying to wean myself onto the stuff. So it was the aul fella who meandered over here, while I fought my groggy angry hungry flight getting self through the queue at Starbucks. In retrospect, his educated wander was by far the wiser choice.
It was a brave woman, the manager I believe, who asked him how he found his meal. It's a very simple question, to which the answer is assumed; "grand". But being of an awkwardly honest disposition, and unbound by any sense of grace, the aul fella proceeded to list off all the things that were wrong with it-in his ever humble opinion. The fish was nice but, having been in Scandanavia recently, he expected better.
What happened next was fascinating. She stood there listening to him, actually listening to him, and discussing the menu. Before firing out a further two meals worth of free samples, for more discussion and analysis.
Of course, this kind of genuine concern comes at a price. This is not the cheapest meal you'll find in the Airport, in fact, it's decidedly posh. I had a glance at the menu and understood immediately that I'll have started a pension fund before it looks more attractive than the eurosaver. Purely fiscal reasons of course. read more