CLANCY OVERELL | Editor | CONTACT

The aggressive hand signals coming from the often overlooked back of house tables at a local piss up and pasta destination has caused a minor kitchen rush at an iconic Italian Restaurant in Betoota’s Old City District today.

Local hedge-fund manager Richie Turnpacker (41) says this little 457 prick working the floor is doing his fucken head in.

After three seperate attempts at clicking at waiter, as well making kissing sounds to a complete third-party contractor who was brought in to arrange the flowers near the water feature, Richie is now bringing out his inner-AFL umpire in an attempt to get some fucken attention.

Oblivious to the fact that he is currently in the middle of a phone call with and is being mistaken for one of those corporates who bung on an extra Aussie accent while talking to clients, Richie is now regretting putting his hand up to be the alpha of the table by selecting the wine.

His colleagues that have joined for lunch are leaving it to him to lose his cool, but make sure to mention that they wouldn’t mind another glass.

Management at the iconic Bar Trimbole Italian in Betoota’s new ‘Hungry Mile’ corporate dining precinct say that their biggest challenge heading into the tax-deductible long lunch months can be keeping a consistent stream of grange to the back table.

“It’s a busy time of the year for overweight men who feel like drinking all day” says restaurant manager, Alfie.

“We usually try to get there before he has to put his phone against his chest and say something racist to the nearest Nepali kitchenhand”