We have a thread about "What grinds my gears" so I thought it would be interesting to do one about the opposite!
Every pay day I have Chinese takeaway, there's a place that's only a two minute walk from my house so I always go there. It's not much to look at, it's a house on a regular street that's been converted into a place of business. It's not a restaurant you can sit and eat in, there's just a little waiting room with a couple of worse for wear deck chairs.
Now here's the silly little pleasure, I could have rang ahead and lessened the wait, I could have ordered from a better place that's further away and had it delivered. But through a door you can catch a glimpse of the kitchen, hear the oil sizzling and the pots clanging, smell the food! There's also a man who sings in his own language as he works, but the silly little pleasure doesn't last long! This is fast food after all...
Every pay day I have Chinese takeaway, there's a place that's only a two minute walk from my house so I always go there. It's not much to look at, it's a house on a regular street that's been converted into a place of business. It's not a restaurant you can sit and eat in, there's just a little waiting room with a couple of worse for wear deck chairs.
Now here's the silly little pleasure, I could have rang ahead and lessened the wait, I could have ordered from a better place that's further away and had it delivered. But through a door you can catch a glimpse of the kitchen, hear the oil sizzling and the pots clanging, smell the food! There's also a man who sings in his own language as he works, but the silly little pleasure doesn't last long! This is fast food after all...