I’ve tried to get a ‘handle’ on this – if you pardon the pun – but as yet, I’ve failed.
In my twelve years visiting Malta, one of the delights I always relish is breakfast in the big restaurant of my hotel in the company of hundreds of other guests.
I always find a spot that provides me with a vantage point to oversee the spectacle of feeding time for the masses, and observe the various idiosyncrasies of the diners – an exercise that can be most informative as well as highly entertaining.
One thing that has always intrigued me is this: why do the overseas visitors not trust the Maltese to wash cups? Plates, bowls, glasses, cutlery, yes – but cups, no. It seems to be a serious matter for them – so fraught that they can’t afford to take a chance. So the women amble in to the restaurant with a handbag in one hand and a mug in the other. Not only that, but the men follow sheepishly behind, and yes, you guessed it, armed with a mug too.
Now, I’ve tried to get a ‘handle’ on this – if you pardon the pun – but as yet, I’ve failed. Lets look at it this way. If it were a case of the restaurant cups being too small, fair enough, but I’m certain that with the appropriate representation to the ‘Food and Beverage’ manager, suitable larger ones could easily be provided. No, it’s something else. I’m convinced it’s all in the mind. I suspect that they have these horror visions of all the disease-ridden wretches that have supped from those cups in the past, and they’re determined to avoid any semblance of a germ, dead or alive, that the Maltese in their negligence may have failed to remove. It reminds me of a tried and trusted old Irish motto: better be safe than sorry.
Written with ‘tongue in cheek’ ONLY JOKING !!!
This is an extract from ‘IT’S A LONG WAY TO MALTA’ by PADDY CUMMINS
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