MCC 4th September Blue Asia

The eagerly awaited return to the job of curry accreditation began with members gathering outside Kennsington Domestics to board the clubs mini-bus supplied and driven by Geoff. Henry had asked me to bring the banners from the carnival and the transport was quickly adorned with the MCC livery.

The mini-bus, looking resplendent in the clubs colours, whisked us at the spleen crushing speed of 25mph to the restaurant in Ringles Cross. The staff greeted Henry with a heart warming indifferent demeanour that even the most beer raddled stag party would find unwelcoming. It went from bad to worse when the staff were informed that although they had laid 16 place settings, there would in fact be 17 of us dinning. This appeared to almost impossible to cater for even though we were happy for the seat to be at the end of the table.

Eventually we were seated and the waiter arrived to take our order for drinks and refused that 15 of us would like 15 Cobras, one each. Matt and Chris were going to arrive later. After a little negotiation we were served with the beer and some popadoms and at last the evening had begun. We toasted the Club and carried out the popadom test although the popadoms appeared to be a little thin on the ground. The waiter arrived back at the table and we ordered another 12 cobras which he did believe we wanted. Mel by this time was struggling with the lack of beer and was starting to get a little bit punchy.

It was getting late and we were all still sober, it was not looking good. Henry diffused the situation with a game of Heads and Tails. Again the staff appeared and begrudgingly started to take our order for the food. Amazingly only the orders for the starters were taken. This was going to be a long night.

When the food eventually arrived it wasn’t bad but the attitude of the staff had had lost any goodwill we had. We ordered main course and waited. The beer flowed like glue, warm glue. We spoofed for the honour of writing this report and obviously I won. The main course was served and again the food was OK.

The scoring was going to be a painful affair. It didn’t disappoint. The members were not a happy bunch. The scores were called out for all the categories and there were far too many 1s and 2s. Henrys great mathematical brain lurched into action and churned out the result. The result was in the fifties and was only that high because the food was OK. It was crap.

See you all on the 25^th of September.