I sat staring at the plate of fancy eggs, that were sitting on top of some round breadcakes with bacon and covered with a weird yellow sauce and green leaves. It looked more like something that was viewed in a gallery. How could I ask the chef for something a bit simpler? Like a big bowl of hot porridge.
“Everything okay madam? Is your eggs benedict cooked as you’d like it?”
So that is what it was called. “Yes, thank you. Everything is lovely. Could I ask that in future I always get porridge for breakfast and one slice of toast. If that is not too much trouble of course?” I added.
Manfred gave me a strange look at first, but then he smiled and nodded. “Of course, madam, I will let the kitchen know your preference for tomorrow.”
“Thank you Manfred.” I smiled at him as he tu
