On the menu on Saturday I spotted Beef Wellington. I’d never had it before and my mouth was salivating of Homer Simpson style proportions at the thought of the feast ahead of me. I was actually going to eat Beef Wellington – without sounding like I’m from the time that land forgot, I’ve only ever seen chefs cook it on TV before now. My one chance to eat it and I was going to grasp it with both hands and drooling lips.
Whilst waiting for the food, a few people asked what I ordered…
CS: “Beef Wellington”
Other people: “Was that on the menu, I didn’t see it on there?”
CS: “Yep, at the bottom-ish” feeling rather pleased with myself that I happened to be the only one to spot it.
I got some confused looks at this point.
OP: “I don’t think it was you know, I think it was some vegetable thing”
CS: “errrm are you sure? I definitely seen beef on the menu and I ordered the wellington”
The doubts had already started in my head when all the other food had arrived apart from mine. My mind was telling me: ‘They think you’re a veggie or a vegan ‘the awkward one’ that’s why you still haven’t got yours’.
Low and behold, finally, my plate of ‘Vegetable Wellington’ arrived in front of me.
In the end it was actually quite nice. Not as nice as a beef one I’m sure…so close, yet so very far…