On bank holiday I met my friend again, as we met the day before our time together was short, i had just finished work and she had dance class to go.
Thus, on bank holiday we went to this very cosy place in High Barnet that says pancake. Delicious pancake. We had been there 1 year before and the taste was still on my taste buds. I always wanted to go back there and finally we went.
Seating by the window we could see outside but in the same time we were very close to each other. As soon as we sat down we hold hands again so we could matar a saudade, as we say in Brazil - kill the missing feeling - The waiter come but in a very nice way we said we needed a moment for ourselves and it was respected.
Later on another waiter came. It was the same waiter that served us 1 year before. What a beautiful smile she has. So nice and friendly. Our pancake came and ahhhhh, how it feels good to eat when we are hungry. And for me it is even better when I am hungry eating a pizza or a pancake because I like eating with my hands.
The feeling of the texture of the pancake in my hands, how it differed when I put in my mouth. As I ate very slowly I could taste more each of the toppings.
It felt good, my eyes were pleased looking at the pancake, looking at my friend and looking at the smile of the waiters.
My hands were happy because I could feel the warth of my friend's touch and of my pancake.
My skin was warmth because the day was so deliciously warmth.
My ears were happy listening to all of my friends news update
My mouth were happy as I talked a lot
Anyway, I just felt that afternoon in this pancake place was full of sensual sensations. Specially that when we told the waitress that we still remember her she said that she too remembered us (which any waiter could have said) but she not only remembered us, but she also pointed out where in the restaurant we were seating down 1 year before. Now, that is what I call warmth in a good service.
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