Huh? I can smell breakfast. It’s here somewhere…
Lo? can you see our breakfast?
Delores has her breakfast.
Where’s mine?! Excuse me, waitress… Hello? Excuse me!
Breakfast! Breakfast! Breakfast!
What kind of service do we call that?! Michel Roux will be horrified when I tell him about this one. The days of ‘you just can’t get the staff’ are long gone. Plenty of ex-public servants grateful for any old job around here!