We did one of those dining in the dark things. You've heard of that, right? It's a pitch black room and you don't know what you're eating, so it means that you spend more time appreciating the flavours. Or not realising that you are spilling food down yourself. Or stealing Steve's wife's wine from the table next door, because she's just going to assume that it was Steve. That's a joke, Steve, you sounded like you were bigger than me...
It was pretty disconcerting, I'll tell you that for free. You get led to your table in an unsteady conga line and snake round the table shedding people as they get to the chairs, occasionally leaving people stranded in a solo abyss, hoping that their partner will be brought back.
Your table is carefully laid out so that things can be found again. Turns out, in the Country of the Blind, making a conscious effort to remember where you put things is essential.
The food was ace. Not certain that it was better for not being able to see it, but it was definitely weirder.
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