My ultra-flat sandals from Francesco Moreschi. Purchased at "Lille Vinkel" in Oslo. The cute little shop my old schoolmate once referred to as something like "that place where you stumble down the stairs, tearing down a couple of pairs of Hunter wellies on your way down, before you end up in shoe heaven". So very true. Unfortunately, these far too expensive sandals have not been used as much as they should, because the heel strap is too loose, so they keep falling of my feet. Not so much today as I seem to still have "flight feet" after Sunday's return from "Notre Petite Maison". And, they were a perfect match with my very bohemian maxi dress picked up in St. Barth's during Christmas.
Time for a long overdue dinner with the lovely "Princess K" last night. At Nodee. An excellent place for both lunch and dinner, if it was not for their extremely tight table reservations. Paired down with their slow service, this is NOT a good combination. On far too many occasions, we have had to limit the number of courses ordered (not good) and the bottles of wine enjoyed (perhaps not as bad) as we ran out of time. I have many times joked about whether I should try to once book a table from - let's say - three minutes to six until eight minutes past eight. This would be the place to do it. In a way they are Oslo's answer to Jerry Seinfeld's "soup nazi", only in terms of Asian food. "No crispy duck for you!"
If it was not for the excellent food, I would NEVER tolerate being treated this way at any restaurant, but I am addicted to their black cod. And the duck. So I keep coming back for more. What I seem to forget is that sometimes the service can fall to even lower levels than normal, as the staff likes to cater for celebrities of all categories. If you happen to be present when one of the real A-listers in Oslo turn up, you need to be patient. As the service level for us mere mortals will then plummet to levels you did not think possible at such a top-rated establishment.
Unbelievably enough, the service today was tolerable. In spite of having the incredibly beautiful former Miss Universe (definitively an A-lister) seated a few tables away from us. And, just a few tables away from her again - some "over-the-top" finance guy that could once have been considered to be some kind of celebrity. A typical C acting like an A.
Still, we actually got our dessert before it was time for us to leave. Yay. I wonder how it would be to go this place and FOR ONCE not be on a dead-line.
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