"Are you hungry?" Xavier asked sitting beside the lit fireplace as he poured himself another glass of expensive, cold champagne as Norman lay back on the long sofa playing with his new gold wristwatch.
"I am famished!" Norman said as he felt a rumble in his stomach.
"Where shall we go?" Xavier wondered. "I'm in the mood for a good steak." he added.
"The Guinea!" Norman exclaimed his eyes wide as he sat up quickly.
"What did you just call me?" Xavier said with an offended look.
"The Guinea, it is the oldest steak house in London! Fuck! Of course, we should definitely go there. I have always wanted to eat there but it is so fucking expensive!" Norman said as he stood up as if ready to walk out the door so taken was he with the prospect. "Yeah! This place was a pub in 1423! The Guinea opened up way back in 1888. They get all the beef from Aberdeen. It's over in Westminster off Mayfair and St.James. I'll call for our car and driver!" Norman said with a child like excitement as he phoned the car service dispatcher. Now with the fifteen minutes the two men had to wait to leave for dinner they both hurriedly tried on different suits and shoes, wanting to look their best for a Saturday night out in old London town.
Now shortly thereafter, Norman Pierce, dressed in a double breasted, athletic cut, black Merino wool suit, a white, queens broadcloth, button down shirt, and a black and white, french silk tie, donning a black camel hair coat, just like Harry the Bastards, and a pair of black, Italian leather, wing tip shoes, he was also proudly wearing his new, gold, Chopard Gran Torismo, chronograph watch, with a crocodile strap, as he slid into the back seat of the black sedan. Never had Norman looked and felt so good in is life as he and Xavier were driven through the old familiar city of his birth. Norman felt proud, extremely pleased with himself, in a bright and cheery festive mood. Norman sat in the back of the chauffeur driven Jaguar as he gazed out at the Christmas decorations and twinkling lights; which lit up his beloved city. Norman wanted to live this lifestyle forever and he would do what it ever took, no matter how hard the work, or how high the cost, Norman was determined to succeed at his dream of wealth and privilege. Now, having Xavier Antonio de la Rosa Diaz as his friend would only help him in this endeavor. Xavier looked back in the rear view mirror from the passengers seat glad to see the smile on the face of his friend and Xavier was thankful for knowing Norman thinking how good it was to have such a giant of a man on his side. Xavier was happy to know Norman accepted him from the beginning, even though Xavier was catholic and from a South American country Norman did not care and had no trace of racism or religious intolerance in him whatsoever. For this Xavier respected Norman above all other people and he hoped the two would always be friends. Also Xavier knew Norman could probably kill him with one punch from the brute so he would always treat Norman with the utmost kindness and favor.
As for this celebrated restaurant, Xavier was impressed by the age of the ancient building. He and Norman marveled at the old bar; where they had a shot of Johnnie Walker Blue before being seated at a nice table close to the warm fire; which crackled and lit up the dining room with a soft glowing amber light. The ambiance was elegant, the dark walls filled with classical art, gilt chandeliers, fine linen covering the tables laid with crystal and fine porcelain dishes all trimmed in gold. The heavenly aroma of roasting meat and vegetables filled the nostrils of the two hungry friends. Whom were delighted to dine upon appetizers of Scottish smoked salmon, Rossmore oysters, basil and walnut goat cheese salads. Followed by a nice, very expensive bottle of Vega Sicilia Valbuena, a rich, full bodied, deep red wine, with oakey notes; which was a wonderful accompaniment to the 24oz Porterhouse and lamb chops served with Dauphinoise potatoes, creamed spinach and grilled asparagus in hollandaise sauce, a favorite of Xavier.
Now this long savored meal was both delicious as it was exquisite, never had Norman tasted such tender, juicy delicate morsels of beef and lamb. This one dinner was worth waiting a lifetime for and, though he was not a religious man of any significance, Norman, half way through the meal, put his hands together and said aloud "Thank you Dearest Lord for this meal!"
"Amen." Xavier added as the two decided what to have for dessert. They settled on two orders of the most wonderful sticky toffee pudding; which was so tasty they ordered another round of the delicious warm dessert.
Norman and Xavier sat back at their table, two hours after they had arrived, full and completely sated as they sipped black coffee and Grand Mariner. "You know something?" Norman said as he looked across the table at his friend.
"What is it?" Xavier asked with a yawn and a stretch.
"Wish me mum was here with us tonight. She would have enjoyed it." Norman said a sad note to his tone.
Xavier realized they should have included the sweet old lady. "Tell you what."
"Yeah?"
"What time does she go to church tomorrow?"
"'Round about half past ten. Why?"
"Well, we should go pick her up in a nice car, take her to church, then we can go have a nice brunch, with champagne. She will be so happy. I will take care of everything, to repay her for the kindness she showed me, when she took care of me when I was injured. She knows my family is rich, so you can tell her I gave you the watch and everything." Xavier said with a prideful smile as Norman wholeheartedly agreed. However, Sunday morning was far away, and it was only 9 o'clock on a chilly, Saturday night, so the two paid their enormous bill, leaving a generous tip for the excellent service, before they headed back to the hotel to rest a little while as their stomachs were so full and engorged they thought surely their bellies might burst, just like Mr.Creosote, in that Monty Python film. For they could not possibly eat anymore, not even a wafer thin mint.
"I am famished!" Norman said as he felt a rumble in his stomach.
"Where shall we go?" Xavier wondered. "I'm in the mood for a good steak." he added.
"The Guinea!" Norman exclaimed his eyes wide as he sat up quickly.
"What did you just call me?" Xavier said with an offended look.
"The Guinea, it is the oldest steak house in London! Fuck! Of course, we should definitely go there. I have always wanted to eat there but it is so fucking expensive!" Norman said as he stood up as if ready to walk out the door so taken was he with the prospect. "Yeah! This place was a pub in 1423! The Guinea opened up way back in 1888. They get all the beef from Aberdeen. It's over in Westminster off Mayfair and St.James. I'll call for our car and driver!" Norman said with a child like excitement as he phoned the car service dispatcher. Now with the fifteen minutes the two men had to wait to leave for dinner they both hurriedly tried on different suits and shoes, wanting to look their best for a Saturday night out in old London town.
Now shortly thereafter, Norman Pierce, dressed in a double breasted, athletic cut, black Merino wool suit, a white, queens broadcloth, button down shirt, and a black and white, french silk tie, donning a black camel hair coat, just like Harry the Bastards, and a pair of black, Italian leather, wing tip shoes, he was also proudly wearing his new, gold, Chopard Gran Torismo, chronograph watch, with a crocodile strap, as he slid into the back seat of the black sedan. Never had Norman looked and felt so good in is life as he and Xavier were driven through the old familiar city of his birth. Norman felt proud, extremely pleased with himself, in a bright and cheery festive mood. Norman sat in the back of the chauffeur driven Jaguar as he gazed out at the Christmas decorations and twinkling lights; which lit up his beloved city. Norman wanted to live this lifestyle forever and he would do what it ever took, no matter how hard the work, or how high the cost, Norman was determined to succeed at his dream of wealth and privilege. Now, having Xavier Antonio de la Rosa Diaz as his friend would only help him in this endeavor. Xavier looked back in the rear view mirror from the passengers seat glad to see the smile on the face of his friend and Xavier was thankful for knowing Norman thinking how good it was to have such a giant of a man on his side. Xavier was happy to know Norman accepted him from the beginning, even though Xavier was catholic and from a South American country Norman did not care and had no trace of racism or religious intolerance in him whatsoever. For this Xavier respected Norman above all other people and he hoped the two would always be friends. Also Xavier knew Norman could probably kill him with one punch from the brute so he would always treat Norman with the utmost kindness and favor.
As for this celebrated restaurant, Xavier was impressed by the age of the ancient building. He and Norman marveled at the old bar; where they had a shot of Johnnie Walker Blue before being seated at a nice table close to the warm fire; which crackled and lit up the dining room with a soft glowing amber light. The ambiance was elegant, the dark walls filled with classical art, gilt chandeliers, fine linen covering the tables laid with crystal and fine porcelain dishes all trimmed in gold. The heavenly aroma of roasting meat and vegetables filled the nostrils of the two hungry friends. Whom were delighted to dine upon appetizers of Scottish smoked salmon, Rossmore oysters, basil and walnut goat cheese salads. Followed by a nice, very expensive bottle of Vega Sicilia Valbuena, a rich, full bodied, deep red wine, with oakey notes; which was a wonderful accompaniment to the 24oz Porterhouse and lamb chops served with Dauphinoise potatoes, creamed spinach and grilled asparagus in hollandaise sauce, a favorite of Xavier.
Now this long savored meal was both delicious as it was exquisite, never had Norman tasted such tender, juicy delicate morsels of beef and lamb. This one dinner was worth waiting a lifetime for and, though he was not a religious man of any significance, Norman, half way through the meal, put his hands together and said aloud "Thank you Dearest Lord for this meal!"
"Amen." Xavier added as the two decided what to have for dessert. They settled on two orders of the most wonderful sticky toffee pudding; which was so tasty they ordered another round of the delicious warm dessert.
Norman and Xavier sat back at their table, two hours after they had arrived, full and completely sated as they sipped black coffee and Grand Mariner. "You know something?" Norman said as he looked across the table at his friend.
"What is it?" Xavier asked with a yawn and a stretch.
"Wish me mum was here with us tonight. She would have enjoyed it." Norman said a sad note to his tone.
Xavier realized they should have included the sweet old lady. "Tell you what."
"Yeah?"
"What time does she go to church tomorrow?"
"'Round about half past ten. Why?"
"Well, we should go pick her up in a nice car, take her to church, then we can go have a nice brunch, with champagne. She will be so happy. I will take care of everything, to repay her for the kindness she showed me, when she took care of me when I was injured. She knows my family is rich, so you can tell her I gave you the watch and everything." Xavier said with a prideful smile as Norman wholeheartedly agreed. However, Sunday morning was far away, and it was only 9 o'clock on a chilly, Saturday night, so the two paid their enormous bill, leaving a generous tip for the excellent service, before they headed back to the hotel to rest a little while as their stomachs were so full and engorged they thought surely their bellies might burst, just like Mr.Creosote, in that Monty Python film. For they could not possibly eat anymore, not even a wafer thin mint.
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