Evil patronage is the only patronage
So. Patients, sorry pupils from Wistron took me out for a meal on Thursday after finishing their course the week before at the Parkson hotel – Kunshan.
Nice group of people. I’m pretty sure Wistron is the best factory around, and they’re pretty lucky to have a job there.
All good people…
Sounding familiar?
Nope. Yeah. Doesn’t matter?
Lost soul
Anyhow. Found this maggot in my au deurve. I was just explaining the differences between the foreign deserts. I looked down and saw this small movement. As I bent over to look closer, in my summer fruit flan I spotted I small, (very small), maggot, perched between an apple slice and a glacé cherry waving it’s head around (in that way that maggots do).
It was very small, but it was enough to gain the attention of my Chinese colleagues.
The maggot was soon a star! The whole restaurant had gathered round the maggot, people snapping it with their phones, jostling closer to get a better look… Laughing, smiling.
The restaurant owner arrived. I told her the maggot wasn’t really welcome, and although I wouldn’t mind eating it, (because it was so small), I didn’t feel that was appropriate behavior in a restaurant of this stature, (did she expect me to eat it? I don’t know).
She made off with the maggot and my puddings, which I was a bit disappointed about.
Soon she returned, and as we were leaving said “I’m very, very sorry about your food. I’d like to give you this bottle of wine”, looked kind of cheap, but Jacobs Creek in China is £11 and this was an Argentinean White. After perusal and consideration, careful consultation with colleagues, we kind of agreed that this was OK for me.
Organiser of the meal, Eric, was still not totally happy.
But I left it there.
Dire maggot
Wine tastes great. And I’d like to thank all the wild beasts of the world for providing it for me.
Should have a maggot on the label.
I know under normal circumstances, I would’ve eaten it, but that was inappropriate. So hey.
