Evening RainbowSure, 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!