'I guess we shouldn’t have chatted for so long,' said Hugh.
'Oh, there’s bound to be somewhere round here where we can eat,' replied Brad as we continued searching the numerous restaurants until we found one where a group of people were just leaving.
'Aha, this looks like a table, here, folks. Shall we give it a try?'
We nodded in agreement and went in and sat down.
Once we placed our order of steak, which came recommended by the waiter, he brought bibs to the table for everyone.
'Don’t you think we’re a little old to be using bibs?' I joked.
In perfect English he said, 'No. you’re never too old for anything!' He laughed. 'Besides, these steaks are served raw on a hot stone, so you can cook them to your taste, which means they usually spit everywhere.'
Ah, well that explained it, th
