Amazing Scenes at Golden Fish - wasteage alledged! Fracas ensues! Diner Shanghaied! “ I checked for blood on the ceiling “ claims diner “ I thought it was safe” On Friday there were interesting times at the Golden Fish restaurant in Tableview as local tax consultant and occasional food critic Mark Anderson after finishing his sushi lunch buffet and glass of wine was accused of wastage and attacked by the Chinese manager who was conspicuous by his mullet hairstyle and this novel attempt to extort extra money ! A bunch of Chinese from behind the sushi counter joined in! The fracas was fairly general, Anderson was restrained and forcibly held but Anderson managed to get his card to another diner and tell her that he was being held against his will, and the diner phoned his office. When the SAPS fortunately arrived after some 10 minutes the Chinese manager then tried to claim that Anderson had hit him and that he must be paid for the wastage, and claimed he was restraining Anderson because of a refusal to not pay. The black lady SAPS Constable and colleague was taken to the scene of the crime to see the sushi plate with its’ few spoons of rice while the Chinese man began making a loud wailing claiming wastage which he must be paid for. A female Chinese, a rose of the far East littoral, joined in with a high pitched and impressive squawking counter melody. The three other diners looked on in amazement at this display of eastern front house management. The SAPS lady and male constable clearly saw the amusing side of the Chinaman’s performance and asked whether this was normal practice in China. The diner chimed in by opining that the Chinaman certainly did’nt seem to understand western restaurant practice and were perhaps in the country illegally. The Management of the Fish appeared to had been trained in new management techniques at perhaps a novel restaurant school on the Yellow river estuary. They might of course not be Chinese but Korean johnnies, who have spread up the West Coast over the last few years and lately added such a piquant whiff of the Far East to the west coast with their fascinating approach to restauranteering, and the Cape Town dog population. “ They all look the same to me” said Anderson. The place was incredibly sparsely attended – possibly be due to a record of bad service and doubtful food quality, or perhaps attacks on other diners at the Golden Fish. This lunch is certainly one of the two or three most forgettable ones that Anderson has enjoyed. He stated afterwards that normally in less salubrious places such these one always looked at the ceiling first to see if there was any blood on it, as this was a sure indication to turn around and leave. However as there was no blood at first sight he sat at the sushi conveyor which was remarkable for firstly is immobility, and secondly for the fact that it was completely empty, and thirdly for the fact that he was the only person at it. Behind the counter were two Chinese, and after five minutes he started to make sign language for food, then having to take a pair of chops sticks and making clear sign language he was ready to eat before they deigned to put together what they fondly regarded as sushi.” I never knew you could get so many rice grains to stick together “ Anderson noted “ but I really should have checked the toilets as well before deciding to eat there. It’s my fault.”
Posted on: Mon, 29 Jul 2013 12:08:29 +0000