Meeting Joe or coffee on a wim.
Sat down, watched a man sit outside the window, unfold a napkin over his leg, and eat the leftovers from four plates. The second he was sat and had shovelled all the onto one plate, he relaxed. Lay back and ate as if the food was just laid down, fresh from the kitchen.
He’d finished and left before my food had even arrived for free
Got to admire that sort of war time attitude.
As a write this a duplicate coffee has arrived, I no longer have to order one for Joe.
Our meeting seems pretty time limited so I just ordered a bunch of bread and olives. Anyone who knows Joe will be aware of his unparalleled ability to mash food down the black hole that is his mouth.