Today’s bench is decidedly different from yesterday’s. It’s a ‘classy’ bench in an award winning restaurant in Toowong, a suburb of Brisbane. I kind of resent paying a lot to sit at a bench. I also resent paying a lot to be served with a little.
The high class restaurant bench is not much softer than your outdoor council provided bench and usually comes in at a strange height which leaves my legs dangling slightly above the ground. The back of this red bench in Toowong thrust people somehow into a curious posture – the upper back forced forwards, somehows.
The awkwardness of sitting is demonstrated clearly by Carol in the striped shirt as she attempts to relax with an elbow casually on the table.
The bench in horseshoe formation. Access to and from required a crawl through and under the table but it could be done. It could be done.
Now that I take another look, perhaps we were meant to pay more attention to the restaurant’s name: BLUE FROG in order to leave our positions on the bench.
This is a separate issue from the bench – in a way. Just thought I would show you THE MEAL at the BLUE FROG. That’s it. Yes – that’s ALL of it. Eat up now.
I so don’t fit into this World.