The 4 year old opened his backyard café yesterday.
It was an intimate venue where guests were told what they would eat and told exactly where to sit; The dog on the floor, me on a skateboard.
I didn’t get to choose my lunch. I was given a plate of ice cream, lettuce, a solitary crisp and some cheese with a side order of green beans.
The dog was given a apple topped beefburger. She wasn’t impressed.
Whilst I ate the proprietor, who had a wild look in his eye, drank vast quantities of tomato sauce.
I’m not sure whether I’ll be going back any time soon.
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7 Comments on "It was an intimate venue …"
Ahh bless. You even get a cup of tea at my venue!
I think it sound like the kind of thing served up on master chef and called ‘nouveau’ a michelin star chef in the making perhaps?
I think it looks like a swirl of white chocolate ganache.
…Or that white dog poo that you don’t seem to see anymore…
We have a very similar venue, we have been busy washing all the plastic food, as it is in the wendy house
I think if I asked my hubby to prepare a meal he probably wouldn’t come up with much better. At least there were vegetables!
Are you sure that’s meant to be ice cream?!
Nothing like a glug of ketchup to whet your whistle!
Both you and I know that the splodge is in fact mashed potato … try telling that to the 4 year old though. Would you want to argue with him?