Salad Cheese

Occasionally, for no reason, I remember things that happened years ago. The latest one involves the gang punch bag, Sam and a waiter in Vultures on William Street in Northbridge. While the rest of us are chowing down on things like mochas, lattes, sausage and onions and other specialities, Sam wants salad and water. Nothing wrong with that. So the waiter asks if he wants cheese in his salad and what cheese would he like. That's when Gan pipes up, "He'd like cock cheese in his salad." It was a good laugh as it was spontaneous and unexpected but full marks to the waiter. He kept on a passive face throughout as the environment of Vultures would demand.



Cheese. Grated. Ouch. (FOTOSEARCH)