I flew to Winnipeg this morning and had an early lunch at Boccone Trattoria Veloce, my go-to restaurant at the airport, before my flight.
I ordered what I usually order there ... a Calabrese pizza without the chilli flakes. I love love love pizza and they make a good pizza. It was a little burnt in parts so I left them behind. The salami seemed extra spicy today.
My server spent a lot of time chatting up the guy next to me, ignoring her tables. The hostess came over to let her know that a woman at one of her tables would like another glass of wine. My server said, "Oh, she's a drinker, is she?" to the hostess and the fella she was talking with, which I thought was very inappropriate.