Thursday Doesn't Even Start

So today Tooli had booked for us, "A Brunch". 

I have frequently seen her post of "bottomless brunches" but I was unsure as to the process. 

We dressed up and brushed our hair and got in our Uber.  And Drove.   We drove to that part of Doha with the big tall sky scrapers and turned right, and approached a very large one standing by itself up a hill too.

"Ritz Carlton" it said.   The doors are opened, nice, smart men, welcome you in and take you to the door.  You show your Covid App and someone guides you to the lift. 

23rd Floor..... STK... we were welcomed by Jesus  "you can call me Heyzuz or Jesus... look at my moustach".  ( I also firmly believe that Jason Derullo was in the lift with us) 

We had a fab table we could see all of the people coming in. 

 All of the people.... and by All of the people I mean, no one from Doha, or Qatar, all the people were ex-pats. 

This was a drinking date!  We started with 3 cocktails. followed by another and A beer for Si.

From the alloted time, 1pm...everything on your package is available to you. 

Cocktails, Beer, Wine, Spirits.   We had Mosco Mules, Espresso Martinis, Mohitos, Whisky Sours, and two others I can't remember.  Si had beer and cocktails.    Tooli had MANY Mosco Mules, I had many Espresso Martinis, and Many Mohitos and Many everything elses. 

Starters came out.... Mini Burgers, Salad, Tacos, Nachos, Crab Cakes, Tuna Tartar.    You show interest in eatiing more of one thing... they bring more....     

The entertainment kicked in.... A saxophonist and Drummer, and partrolled the spaces between the tables making us all get jiggy with it.  I may be  mistaken, but I think Jason Derullo was the saxophonist.

We had to have a break of about 20 minutes before we could dare the mains.  Then we had many, many cocktails.  Grilled Meat Platter (Rib Eye, Tenderloin, Lambchops) BBQ buttermilk chicken, Duck Comfit, on Waffles,  Gnoccii, Salmon and Mussels.

Then we had another break of 20 minutes (and another 3 cocktails)  Himself decided to have a break at the loo, and toddled off.  Tooli showed me her booking... where she told them we were coming in to celebrate Himself's Birthday.   And then we turned round and gazed in horror as the whole staff, and entertainment (Saxophonist, and drummer), surrounded another table and began dancing and singing. 

When they had finished roasting that chap they wandered over to ours... and we pointed and noted that Himself wasn't there..... It was about ten minutes before he came back. 

He had only just sat down when they all came over... music, singing, drums.   They pulled Himself to his feet and made him dance and clap with them, and then presented him with a rose.  I am SO glad he had been topping himself up with Beer and Cocktails - Undrunk Si would not have stood and danced.... 

Oh how entertained Tooli and I were.. We so were.   It was great fun. 

We had some more cocktails, and more beer, and then it was 1720.... and time to go.   Back in to the Uber (we think), back to the apartment... and we sat on the sofa and tried very hard to sober up. 

Heavens, but we were tired and emotional.