Sunday 24th April 2011
My wife and I have been going to this one restaurant, just one block away from our flat, for at least 17 years now. This, not only shows my age but is also quite a feat as unfortunately, restaurants don’t always last so long in my neighborhood.
The restaurant has a name but we have always called it ‘Joan’s’. For some reason we have assumed that the owner/waiter who has served us for all these years is called Joan but I couldn’t swear to this.
What’s in a name anyway?
Before my son, Zephyrus, was born we used to go once a week without fail but as soon as he came along nights out were few and far between so our regular visits to Joan’s became irregular.
As my son got older and could cope with a late night we started to take him with us.
I have never eaten anything other than lamb chops & chips at Joan’s, never. They have an extensive menu which I’m sure is very good but I have by-passed it all for the chops.
The owner/waiter guy comes over to our table and hands us the menus which we gracefully take and asks;
“3 lamb chops & chips, yeah?”
We then hand back the menus, unopened, and say;
He looks at us incredulously and replies;
“We do have other things on the menu you know.”
To which we reply;
“Yeah, we know. It’s just the lamb chops are so good here.”
The 3 of us now go every couple of months and of course have…
Lamb chops & chips.