Rowan Tree and Red Thread

My mother was visiting this weekend and took us out to eat. Yesterday evening, at a local pizza restaurant we were served by a new member of staff. He was great. Arriving with the dishes, he said "I think this is the Nastromo salad, but I'm not sure. This is only my second day."

Then delivering the rest of the main courses, he asked the semi-tradition question about the black pepper. "Would you like some black pepper? Parmesan? Chili-oil? Vodka?"

"Vodka?" We all looked at him. He stammered a correction, but the amusment had begun. Poor lad, I hope he gets into his groove. I'd love to have vodka on my pizza one day.