Local Heart, Global Soul

November 26, 2014

The Restaurant That Confirms Our Lose-Lose Day…

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

It had been one of those days  in the 2013 Easter holidays where kids had been out on play-dates that had not been entirely successful.

In the Kiwidutch family our children are taught that if they have guests over to play and the guest wants to do one activity but our kid prefers to do something else, that they let their guest know in a nice way and then talk about it in order to sort out a compromise.

If none can be reached and no alternative activities can be found, then our child as host is expected to put their guests wishes before their own. Naturally when the roles are reversed and they are the guest of the same child, they expect that the other kid will concede to their wishes if the same situation arises.

On this occasion the host child, having gotten completely their own way as a guest in our home then proceeded to demand that Kiwi Daughter did everything the hosts way when she was the guest.

Easter was still cold enough that outdoor play was impossible and kids cooped up within four walls for too long always get to bickering and moaning in the end, and on this occasion she was out of sorts, remembering how difficult it had been to concede with grace at home and how steamrollered she felt here. The play date ended early with the host demanding that it was “my way or the highway” and Kiwi Daughter, feeling herself in a lose-lose situation, getting upset which lead to both girls in separate corners sullenly sulking.

We had already explained our rule at home to the parents of  many of our kids friends and had hope that they too would pass on to their children that being a good host sometimes means making more compromises than your guest. Of course other parents are not obliged to agree with our rules, but we had already heard this particular parent lamenting that her daughter had exceptionally few friends due to her strong willed personality and total unwillingness to back down if she disagreed with anything her friends did, said or suggested.

Alas the parent hadn’t stepped in to make this situation better and obviously extending the stay to the planned sleepover was no longer an option so Himself went to collect Kiwi Daughter.  Little Mr had also had  turbulent afternoon, having a social engagement of his own:  ideas previously agreed on had been scuppered because the place they wanted to go to had been unexpectedly booked out by a very large party already. Both boys dejectedly played at “second best” activities whilst bemoaning the unavailability of the first and whilst they were completely happy with each others company, they were disappointed that their day hadn’t gone as they had hoped.

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

Upon arrival at home both children threw themselves on the sofas and tried to outdo each other in the “who’s had the worst day” stakes.

Himself and I added to their misery by announcing the possibilities in the fridge for dinner, all options contained far too many vegetables for their liking and not even the vegetables they liked.

Himself had to drop off some paperwork to a client and whilst driving down a different street to avoid road works, had seen a pizza restaurant that he thought might be worth  investigating.

Maybe today was a good day? Something to cheer up our dejected offspring?

I agreed and that’s how we ended up at the Ziani Tistorante Pizzeria in the Reinkenstraat in the Hague.

The restaurant was fairly quiet, but we were eating fairly early in the evening before the usual dinner rush-hour. Kiwi Daughter was looking forward to having pizza and went to order a pepperoni pizza, but we reminded her that that can be spicy so she went for a pizza salami instead. Fusspot Little Mr turned his nose up at everything on the menu so we asked if it would be possible for him to get some plain boiled pasta with a little cheese on top (it was) and Himself and I ordered an entrée  and a main course.

The waitress serving us knew little about the food and was civil but not overly friendly.  …Normal Dutch service then. Our food arrived and we started to eat, I can’t say that any of it was brilliant, and would rate it as so-so.

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

In the meantime Kiwi Daughter had started her pizza and it became immediately clear from the look on her face that something was amiss.

She was all red and was frantically hunting for a serviette, into which she ejected the pizza in her mouth.

Next she grabbed her water glass and drained it, with the whole episode looking like something out of a cartoon.

Himself and I couldn’t understand what was wrong so we tried a piece of her each.

Yikes! Himself managed his without problem but I couldn’t manage the heat and gave up after the second bite.

Himself called over the waitress and asked why on earth this pizza was hot: “because it has chillies in it” she replied. We asked why on earth there were chillies in a salami pizza? the reply was a shrug and a “we always make them like that“. It was then made clear that if we wanted another pizza we could order one at our own expense and that she had no intention of doing anything further about the situation.  Kiwi Daughter said that she didn’t want us to get her another pizza because by the time it arrived we would all have finished and she hated the idea of sitting there eating alone.  Instead she asked if she could have the fries and bread and a dessert. I can’t say that any of the food was outstanding and nothing we had made us change our minds about making a return visit.  It’s a pity but I guess you win some you loose some, when trying somewhere new. We chalked it up to experience and will not be choosing to return.

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

And in case you like your food unexpectedly spicy:

Ziani Ristorante Pizzeria
Reinkenstraat 105
2517 CT Den Haag

1 Comment »

  1. I remember my daughter having a friend when she was young who would always say, at our house ‘I am the guest, so I should choose what we do.’ and then when she was in her own house she would say ‘This is my house, so I should say what we do.’ 🙂 Generally we tried to encourage being accommodating to guests, and mostly I think it was reciprocated.
    How awful to find chillies unexpectedly in a pizza – I think my reaction would have been the same as Kiwi Daughter’s!

    Comment by Elaine - I used to be indecisive — November 30, 2014 @ 10:36 pm | Reply


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