Következő!

It is amazing what not working 9 am to 10pm four days a week and another 20 hours on the "off" days will do for one's productivity. NANIKA is all cleaned up and fully stocked (save for some spring onions, the eternal job, the bane of our existence, etc), I have run something like 35km in the past eight days, and after 704 consecutive mornings I have finally finished the Hungarian Duolingo course (although I still cannot speak/read anything more complicated than a children's book, and not a very good children's book at that). And now it is time to once again fire up the pasta boiler and sharpen the cleavers to provide you, the few remaining people who can afford to live in the south side, the katsu and/or noodles you have so long been without.

It does occur to me that it is mid-November, which means that there is only a month or so before we have to close for Christmas holidays. I was hoping to get some dinner parties happening, but that's not a lot of time, and you will likely be even more broke than usual this holiday season due to the almost pathological greed of the energy companies and the completely fabricated helplessness of our laughably inept leaders to stop their donors from literally killing the electorate. Woooooooohooooo! Perhaps we'll squeeze one in. Keep an eye on this space for details.

I hope you all remember the drill. Phone line opens at 3pm. You call, order, and select a time between 5pm and 9pm to collect your dinner. We get you as close to that time as possible. You arrive and pay the person who is not covered in sauce and oil burns, and he/she hands you your bag of hot food with a pleasant smile and some sort of chat (and maybe even eye contact, a completely unheard-of experience in this neighbourhood). Rinse, repeat. First call, first to get a slot. The later you call, the longer you might have to wait, depending on what you want and how busy we are. Then again, maybe we can squeeze you in quickly. Who knows. It's a crapshoot. Walk-ups are also welcome, although much like the previous scenario it is possible you will have to go for a walk and come back later. Or go to the Star Bar and grab a beer. Or sit in your car and have a wank. Whatever floats your boat. It's your life. I just work here.

See you soon, Govanhill and surrounding area residents. Thursday to Saturday, back under the extractor, deaf and crying, where I belong.