Ray of Light

Sure, I’m a nasty lit­tle insect that brings doom and pre­tense, but I like to think I also bring some small rays of sun­shine.

At a recent out­ing to the new Waga­ma­ma (along with hun­dreds of oth­er Welling­to­ni­ans I had a won­der­ful expe­ri­ence. As a quick aside Wagas was just how I remem­bered it from Lon­don (when I was a Anglo-fly-le, ha ha) aside from hav­ing more space here to swing a cat in.

But the real sto­ry begins when my main was late com­ing out, how­ev­er, the floor man­ag­er more than made up by:

1. spot­ting the fault in the line order in the kitchen and fix­ing it, and
2. offer­ing free extras — drinks and more starters to tide us over for the two extra min­utes it took for the mains to come out

Hope­ful­ly this isn’t just new-restau­rant dili­gence. Well done Waga­mana!