I wonder where have all the croutons and soup sticks gone? I said looking at the bowl of tomato soup served in the restaurant.
Well, there is also something else missing, observed my husband.
What’s that? I asked.
A dollop of butter added to the appetizer, he said.
Probably the hotel believes in serving diet soup, he added.
Since I found the soup watery and far from appetizing I summoned the waiter and asked for some croutons.
Madam, I shall get them for you, he said most obligingly.
He did appear after nearly 20 minutes with a plate of tiny bread pieces by which time my soup had become cold.
Croutons are fried bread, not raw, I told him trying to control my annoyance.
Madam, please wait, I shall get what you want, saying so he disappeared with the plate.
He came back with a slice of bread lightly toasted on one side .
Madam, please enjoy your soup , he said with a broad smile. I am sure this is what you have asked for.
Examining the limp slice I said it should be toasted on both sides, that too evenly.
Madam, our customers like it this way, he stated with a serious face.
I am not interested in the choice of your customers, I almost said aloud.
Why don’t you ask for a couple of soup sticks, suggested my husband.
I ‘d rather go without the appetizer and start with the main course instead, I said.
n.meera raghavendra rao