We went out to breakfast locally this morning. B——, V——, D—— and me. If what happened at the end of the meal hadn't happened I would be happy to write down the name of the restaurant. The food was interesting, wholesome and delicious. The coffee was lovely. They needed blinds. That would have been my only criticism. But then they decided they needed our table and so they planted the next recipients hanging over our shoulders to wait for us to leave. It was really uncomfortable and almost like bullying. I don't know if it is enough to make me say the name for 'bad publicity', but it is enough for me not to say it because I don't want to give them any publicity. And I don't know if it is enough to make me not go back. I am a little long-memoried when it comes to what I see as bad service. We need to have a little time apart for me to work out how I really feel.
Who wore it better?