Class in a glass

I was in Birmingham with colleagues at a conference for 2 days
We stayed near the Bullring for the convenience for the NEC and transport - naw - closer to the city centre and shops more like!

Anyway, first night arrived a bit tired but in need of some food. There appeared (now concentrate on the word appeared here folks) to be a really nice Malaysian Restaurant across the road form the hotel... Bright clean front facing windows, plenty of people inside having substantial plates of food, so we thought - must be good

Opened the door, all the customers and staff turned around and stared. My feet stuck to the gloop on the floor tiles and made the sticky ripping sounds as I tried to exit. Too late - stage left saw this tiny wee lady usher us to the table away in the corner. Plonked a menu down which was written in Malay and took our order in 4 mins. and asked what drink we would like
One glass of lemonade and one glass of fresh orange please

We burst into laughter when the mug got presented ceremoniously with the can of juice and wondered what was in the glass of Orange juice which made it so thick that the straw stood up on its own and needed a spoon to help dislodge it from the bottom of the glass

We periodically got a draft during the meal and then discovered the toilet for the restaurant was to the side of the table which was cordoned off with a piece of material which was about 20 inches long pinned on a rail with drawing pins and then split up the middle to act as curtains - nice - not exactly private!

The food tasted okay but to this day I have no idea what I ate but what I do know is that this was sheer class