Went out for dinner at the ridiculously busy dim sum restaurant Ping Pong in Waterloo last night and, as expected, we were required to wait for a table (the restaurant is one of those smart-ass operations that don’t take bookings). Mildly irritating, but understandable given how hectic everything was.

What really took the cake was when we were handed a number and ushered up the stairs to a corridor where there were people queuing to get a seat at the bar to have a drink while they waited for their tables. It only struck us after a couple of minutes that we were actually in a queue for the waiting room. Have you ever in your life!!??

Thankfully, Zorba did something underhand and we managed to get a table within ten minutes, but it got us to thinking: how long will it be before we find ourselves queuing to get into a waiting room to get into a waiting room? Sometimes the world just doesn’t make sense. Probably because there are always loads and loads of people who just don’t realise when they’re being taken for a ride. Idiots.

Ping Pong is excellent, by the way. If you’re in Soho or Waterloo (or some other places) and you’re looking for a good meal with speedy service, you could do considerably worse. Unless, of course, there’s a queue in the upstairs corridor.