Lunch in Connaught Avenue, good god what a racket.

Waitresses shouting about the colour of their hair.

Dreadful music playing in the background polluting my ears.

We only came in because we were desperate let’s hope the food is worth the wait.

It should be good for what it is, it’s costing a packet.

If they turned the dreadful music of they wouldn’t need to shout.

It looked good when it arrived, it tasted good too.

Sadly I spent the rest of the day trying to wash the taste of salt away.