My Husband had taken us off to Las Vegas for our Christmas gift 2014, and for the last evening he thought he would like to visit the Wolfgang Puck restaurant, at The Venetian/Palazzo.
Of course his hearing is a little off, so I get to make the call, cough and all!
I call reception and ask "Could I book a table for two at the Wolfgang Puck restaurant please?"
The answer came politely, "Which one Mrs Graham?"
Hmm, is she joshing me? "The one by the shops," I say. I'm presuming she knows where I mean. She does work here after all!
"Well, there is more than one Wolfgang Puck establishment," she informs me.
"Oh, ok, I didn't realize," I answer, feeling like a tiny bit of a tit by now.
"Is it Table 10?" she requests! I pause, "No, like I said, it's a table for two!"
I can almost hear the stifled guffaw, as she tells me, "No, Table 10 is the name of the establishment."
By now, my husband is rolling around on the couch reciting Monty Python sketches, and suggesting I just wrote another one!
"...you know' I think I'll leave it for now," I say politely, as I hang up the phone, flustered and perspiring like a Grand national Filly.
Thank God for Gordon Ramsays Steak, and his Lobster Wellington!
Next time, Wolfgang. Next time!
KG Headbangerwoman Jan 7 2015
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