Friday, February 23, 2007
Why people lunch at their desks in London
So, my work mates and I decided to meet up at 1230 at the Moorgate Pizza Express on London Wall for lunch. When I booked the Bookings Man said "Pizza Express Moorgate". When I asked him if it was on London wall, he said, "Yes, we are on London wall."
Q: Which one of the following did we end up in?
A) is Pizza Express, Barbican London Wall.
C) is Pizza Express, London Wall Finsbury Park. Which I THOUGHT I had booked.
B) is Pizza Express, Moorgate London Wall. Which is actually FARTHER from Moorgate than C).
Which, since we work about 100m east of C), meant we had to leg it to the restaurant, shove our way to the front of the queue to get Reservations Girl to show us our table, order our starters, wines and mains in a single breath, then wait over half an hour for said starters and mains to materialize, get aggro from Reservations Girl because Bookings Man misspelled my name, and apparently another table for 6 had turned up, and NO you stupid cow, we did not steal their reservations; eat in about two point five seconds and then leg it back to the office.
Why are there so many damned Pizza Expresses anyway? They are the Starbucks of Pizza places, apparently opening in bursts of five at a time, so that tourists and the terminally uncool can get Dough Balls with their £10 Merlot.
/rant. Next time we'll order some pizza in and eat it in the server room. That'll show them.
Q: Which one of the following did we end up in?
A) is Pizza Express, Barbican London Wall.
C) is Pizza Express, London Wall Finsbury Park. Which I THOUGHT I had booked.
B) is Pizza Express, Moorgate London Wall. Which is actually FARTHER from Moorgate than C).
Which, since we work about 100m east of C), meant we had to leg it to the restaurant, shove our way to the front of the queue to get Reservations Girl to show us our table, order our starters, wines and mains in a single breath, then wait over half an hour for said starters and mains to materialize, get aggro from Reservations Girl because Bookings Man misspelled my name, and apparently another table for 6 had turned up, and NO you stupid cow, we did not steal their reservations; eat in about two point five seconds and then leg it back to the office.
Why are there so many damned Pizza Expresses anyway? They are the Starbucks of Pizza places, apparently opening in bursts of five at a time, so that tourists and the terminally uncool can get Dough Balls with their £10 Merlot.
/rant. Next time we'll order some pizza in and eat it in the server room. That'll show them.
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