We arrived, to find it was very small, just a few tables.
It had a dark interior.
We scanned the Menu and found it not to be
That strange, Steaks, Pizza, Lasagne and
Something with Chicken.
What was a difference there was, the young blonde waitress
Being trained by a Turkish girl, we ordered successfully,
While we waited., happily chatting.
Our food arrived and with it the Turkish Chef.
He came to say “Hello and Enjoy your Meals”,
Which I thought was a friendly gesture.
He came again, knowing it was our first visit,
To as ask “Is everything satisfactory”?
Which of course we replied, “yes it is”.
We thought he must not be very busy,
Although there were only a few tables, he put
Himself about a bit, there were some regulars.
While we were sitting chatting after our meal,
He came again, to ask “Has everything been good”?
We said “yes” and got our bill and left.
As we waited to cross the road to the car,
I realised that I had come away leaving my bag
under the seat, I ran back, the young waitress
Scrambled about to retrieve it. I waved to the
Chef, “Come again” he called….. Will We…..?
© Marjorie Lacy.
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