There’s a bunch of jumpy Bois in front of my hotel!
They look kinda like rocks or something, but nah, they’re all jumpies!
The train trip included a fancy dinner and drinks with the train crew. Obviously I can’t drink [:(], so I just had a bottle of Pepsi Max to look the part. I also had to learn how to do fancy eating. Dinner and meal manners aren’t something I’ve ever had to use before, so I never learnt them. But I feel under qualified to eat dinner now to be honest. I’ve never put a napkin thing in my lap, or wiped my face with a black cloth, or had 3 different knives + 3 different forks + 2 spoons + 3 glasses before. I was also the only person at my table under 50 (seriously, that’s not a hyperbole), so that makes it harder to know how to act and what to do.
I mean it was a good experience, and I’m happy that I did it, but there’s so many generational differences that it gets really hard to know what to do or say and how to act. 1 lady was super nice, but the dude next to me shouted at me to not play with my food (there was a flower on my dessert and I was trying to figure out if it was edible or not). It was that sort of formal.
I am very middle aged and I still remember my first “fancy” dinner… I kept.forgetting how to hold my knife and fork and my mate’s mum leant over and helped. I still feel a bit out of place at fancy dinners. It’s fun to play and try new things though.
I was at a foster care house for a while and the foster carer and her son both got really, really, really angry at me for not holding a knife and fork right (I held a knife in my left hand and more like a broomstick despite being right handed), but neither of them wanted to teach me or explain what the go was. I only learnt how to properly hold cutlery and knives when I was 14/15. My previous fanciest dinner would probably have been an RSL, but since those tables aren’t really shared, nobody gives much of a shot how you eat things as long as you’re not obnoxious about it and meet their dress code thing.
I’ve actually picked up a lot of my manners and social norms from old Australian soap operas (namely prisoner) + stories from my mum. Just generally speaking, I don’t think much beyond basic manners is really a thing in my generation. Even an expensive sit down restaurant doesn’t necessarily mean it’s fancy or will even have a dress code, let alone any concern about manners or over a dozen types of silverware
No doubt, but I think I’m mostly set now. I mean I guarantee I’m going to forget everything I learnt tonight, but I have never needed them before so I don’t think it’s likely I’ll need them again any time soon. The only reason I really cared about them is that it was 10 person shared tables with older people, and the innate urge to try and fit in ear overpowering
If some random punk on a train who I didn’t know yelled at me not to play with my food I would give them a death stare and a few choice words they would never forget
After he yelled at me I decided to just eat it. I think it was intended mostly as decoration, but it didn’t taste like anything so I assume it was intended to be safely edible. I was the only person that are it at my table though
That was something that stuck out to me. Nobody was even really acknowledging the waiters at all, and I was the only person saying thank you to them each time they brought food and took plates and drinks and stuff. The only time I could justify not thanking them is if I was in a conversation, but even then I’d at least acknowledge them with a head nod, or duck to the side to make it easier for them to get the plates
There’s a bunch of jumpy Bois in front of my hotel!
They look kinda like rocks or something, but nah, they’re all jumpies!
The train trip included a fancy dinner and drinks with the train crew. Obviously I can’t drink [:(], so I just had a bottle of Pepsi Max to look the part. I also had to learn how to do fancy eating. Dinner and meal manners aren’t something I’ve ever had to use before, so I never learnt them. But I feel under qualified to eat dinner now to be honest. I’ve never put a napkin thing in my lap, or wiped my face with a black cloth, or had 3 different knives + 3 different forks + 2 spoons + 3 glasses before. I was also the only person at my table under 50 (seriously, that’s not a hyperbole), so that makes it harder to know how to act and what to do.
I mean it was a good experience, and I’m happy that I did it, but there’s so many generational differences that it gets really hard to know what to do or say and how to act. 1 lady was super nice, but the dude next to me shouted at me to not play with my food (there was a flower on my dessert and I was trying to figure out if it was edible or not). It was that sort of formal.
That dude was a dick.
I am very middle aged and I still remember my first “fancy” dinner… I kept.forgetting how to hold my knife and fork and my mate’s mum leant over and helped. I still feel a bit out of place at fancy dinners. It’s fun to play and try new things though.
I was at a foster care house for a while and the foster carer and her son both got really, really, really angry at me for not holding a knife and fork right (I held a knife in my left hand and more like a broomstick despite being right handed), but neither of them wanted to teach me or explain what the go was. I only learnt how to properly hold cutlery and knives when I was 14/15. My previous fanciest dinner would probably have been an RSL, but since those tables aren’t really shared, nobody gives much of a shot how you eat things as long as you’re not obnoxious about it and meet their dress code thing.
I’ve actually picked up a lot of my manners and social norms from old Australian soap operas (namely prisoner) + stories from my mum. Just generally speaking, I don’t think much beyond basic manners is really a thing in my generation. Even an expensive sit down restaurant doesn’t necessarily mean it’s fancy or will even have a dress code, let alone any concern about manners or over a dozen types of silverware
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No doubt, but I think I’m mostly set now. I mean I guarantee I’m going to forget everything I learnt tonight, but I have never needed them before so I don’t think it’s likely I’ll need them again any time soon. The only reason I really cared about them is that it was 10 person shared tables with older people, and the innate urge to try and fit in ear overpowering
If some random punk on a train who I didn’t know yelled at me not to play with my food I would give them a death stare and a few choice words they would never forget
Baku, I would’ve played with the flower too 🤷♀️
After he yelled at me I decided to just eat it. I think it was intended mostly as decoration, but it didn’t taste like anything so I assume it was intended to be safely edible. I was the only person that are it at my table though
For future reference. Yes, it’s edible. No, you don’t need to eat it.
Ignore the guy, he had very bad manners. The best good manners are a smile, please and thank you and a kind heart like greeeg’s friend’s mum.
And that train trip looks really awesome, so jelly. 🥰🚂🦘
That was something that stuck out to me. Nobody was even really acknowledging the waiters at all, and I was the only person saying thank you to them each time they brought food and took plates and drinks and stuff. The only time I could justify not thanking them is if I was in a conversation, but even then I’d at least acknowledge them with a head nod, or duck to the side to make it easier for them to get the plates
So you had the best manners there after all.
Apparently 🙄🤣
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