Scratching her back with your knife
You know when you head out after one of those days at work? You know the day: the one where you're willing the clock to turn into wine. Seriously Jesus, wherefore art thou? Well it was one of those days that saw myself and three ladies (insert inelegant snort) skipping into the Office on Pirie.
We were shamelessly exploiting the Scoopon Deal for a pub fare and booze and all for less than $14 per person. Ding Ding Bargain. It was a school night but did I mention that we just came in from "one of them days", so naturally moderate drinking plans were quickly dashed. The staff were super friendly and remain so as we tested their hearing and Responsible Service.
Our pre-dinner drinks as always is fueled by lively conversation and ridiculous amounts of laughter. Today was no different. Memorable table manners had to be handed to MsCP, when she grabbed a knife off the table to scratch her back mid-sentence. MsSW looked on with some concern and had to double check to ensure it was indeed MsCP's knife that was collecting back DNA. If you know MsCP, you would have no doubt that she would indeed scratch her back with your knife.
Don't know about you but when I get to dine in a pub in Adelaide you can't look past a Snitty or a Steak. By dining with friends I pretty well got to have both. She would not have finished the snitty without me. A friend in need etc. etc. I have my steak medium rare, and held out hopes that it would be cooked as requested. My strike rate on getting medium rare steaks in pubs are, well - medium rare. At The Office on Pirie, they did an excellent steak. The seafood sauce was worth the extra $5, it was basically prawns in garlic cream - drool. The Snitty I 'helped' with was a good snitty with mushroom sauce. Not enough value can be placed on well crisp up chips. Same goes for good work mates who put up with you 9 -5 and are then willing to put in overtime.
