Warsaw style eating

It's not easy being born into a family where everybody shares an experience, but not you. I'm telling you, if I have to hear another word about Manila's excellent and oh-so-child-friendly brunches, I'm gonna... argh!!! Anyway, on Sunday I got to try a Warsaw version of upmarket brunching. Not bad. For one, it motivated yet another wear of the party dress. And for another, the starched linnen table cloth made a fantastic wipe for my post dining hands. You see, I wouldn't ever be so rude as to touch Lisa's face with baby puré on my fingers.The fact that the concept differed from what Adam and the parents were used to in the Philippines (for example, all courses were served at the table), saved me (and Bosse and Signe and Lisa and Maja and Maggan and Richard) from having to partake of yet another teadious comparison with Makati Shangri-La's performance.Signe and Adam kind of participated in making the pasta dish, which was served after the huge antipasti appertizer and the soup that followed upon that, but before the Easter roast (lamb, suckling pig and duck) and the desert(s).The pasta was prepared in a huge hollowed-out parmesan cheese. Pretty cool. (I guess - in my world most things are pretty cool and few things are more surprising than others.)

Us kids sort of liked the whole thing. For the first two and a half hours. After that we all got a bit impatient, and that's despite the fact that they let us start early with the desserts. The others managed to some extent to channel their restlessness into creativity, and Maja fell asleep. But me, I let everybody know that over three hours in a restaurant, that's just not acceptable. Not for families with kids. And really, that's regardless of the quality of the wiping cloths, sorry, table cloths. There is no exception to the rule that two and a half is the limit.