Posts Tagged: 'wine+plot'

Feb. 7th, 2009


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Tuscany Restaurant, afternoon


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There was uproar when Vincenzo arrived. That was nothing new but it was a little odd during working hours.

He could actually hear the argument from the moment he got out of his car in the little yard by the dumpstars and instead of walking round to the front as usual he went in through the kitchen door, thinking he needed to stop murder being down.

There was Enzo, hands on hips and red in the face, yelling at a waiter who was assuming a similar stance and giving as good as he got.

"What - the - fuck?" Vincenzo asked Romana who rolled her eyes.

"Customer ordered a glass of Tiganello to go with his meal," she explained, "then sent it back because we'd sent the wrong thing. Waiter quite rightly showed him the bottle, gave him a fresh glass, poured him a new one. He ate and drank, then bitched at the waiter and refused to tip him. Said the meal and service was fine but we obviously know squat about wine."

"Whoa!" Vincenzo said.

"Yeah," Romana agreed. "But Enzo's annoyed because the waiter let the guy leave without giving Enzo the opportunity to tear him a new one."

Vincenzo laughed and gave his sister a hug, and got a plate of fettucini and a glass of the substandard wine then carried it through to the restaurant where the clients seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the show.

The wine tasted okay to him.

Jan. 28th, 2009


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Flamingo Lounge, early evening


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"So," Gil said, "I'll do the gallery catering on Sunday morning and Katie says she doesn't mind setting it up alone as long as I help her carry it across. Charlie's staff will help her serve and I can come straight back."

George nodded. "Glad to hear it. It's getting busy." He grinned at Gil through the steam of the pan full of pasta he was cooking. "I admit I didn't think that the ol' Flamingo would make it as a restaurant but the kids love it."

Gil beamed and took up the bottle of red that had been breathing with a flourish. "Told you so," he said. "There has to be some middle ground between Burger King and haute cuisine and in the City we're it."

Working on the principle that he never cooked with any wine he wouldn't be prepared to drink, he splashed a little into two tulip glasses and offered one to George.

"To success," he said and sipped. "Ah fuck me, what IS that?"

George sipped and raised his eyebrows. "Tastes okay to me. It's our standard house red."

"Must be corked," Gil said and poured the rest away with a resigned sigh. They might be doing well but he couldn't afford to do that too often.
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