Wagamama, SouthBank
On the surface Sally Giles seems a lovely date. She is pretty, polite, well groomed and smells terrific. She was witty, fun and erudite. Truthfully, apart from the normal, nervous opening exchanges, the first 30 minutes flew by and I had high high hopes for this date.
We went on to Wagamama – a decidedly mundane choice I thought – but it seemed immaterial as the conversation was so absorbing. It is with sadness then that once the food arrived the evening took a decided turn for the worse. Sally does not seem to be able to eat quietly. In fact the noises she made while consuming a Teriaki Beef Soba, were quite frankly, sickening. The noises of slurping and chewing were so audible that the couple next to us left the restaurant mid-meal. I can’t properly describe it – it was like listening to a giant maggot trying to consume a bowl of sewage-drenched cornflakes. The conversation was still witty, she was still pretty, but everything blanched in the light of her horrific table manners. As soon as the meal was finished, I made my excused and left, nauseus. I have not eaten anything since.
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