pettideli has two floors - the ground floor where the cooking takes place and where there are 4 tables, and the basement where there are murals on the walls and more tables.

i arrived first, and so sat in the basement eavesdropping on some guys talking about music and people they knew whilst i pretended to read the FT. the waitress was ever patient, even after 3 visits down the stairs and 3 refusals to order yet because i was waiting for my friend.

between the two of us, we managed to have 3 cups of tea, 1 cappucino, 1 orange juice, a chili con carne jacket potato and a eggmayonaise and crispy bacon sandwich, and a storyline that gave me a headache thinking about the links between the 8 characters and the overarching/underlying conspiracy theory plot.

tonight we’ll go to the pub.