It was a gruelling day of training at Chancery Lane, London. By evening of last Thursday, the TFSummer14 crew headed out to a fancy Lebanese restaurant to let down our hairs and shove our faces into some really good food and wine.
I took a look at the table and became distressed instantly. I did not recognise a single dish on the heavily laden table. A nice and sympathetic waitress hovering behind me asked if I needed anything else and with an apologetic look, wordlessly, I pointed to the mini fish pond built into the floor with some gorgeous big fish in it.
Waitress took a mortified look at me, and said “Oh, no sir, they are not for eating” Her facial expression said something different though. It was like, “You crazy!! Those are for decoration!” Why on earth can’t they decorate my stomach?