Am poposit acum ceva vreme la Cap\u0219a (acel teritoriu sacru al dulciurilor cu blazon care \u00ee\u021bi ofer\u0103 iluzia c\u0103 e\u0219ti personaj \u00eentr-un roman interbelic) \u0219i m\u0103 a\u0219ez la o mas\u0103 retras\u0103 dorind s\u0103 comand un profiterol. Un clasic deja, pe care \u00eel recomand cu c\u0103ldur\u0103.
\nLa dou\u0103 mese mai \u00eencolo, o doamn\u0103 \u00een etate, cu p\u0103l\u0103rie de parc\u0103 tocmai venise de la o parad\u0103 imperial\u0103 a p\u0103s\u0103rilor migratoare, \u00ee\u0219i d\u0103 \u00een spectacol indignarea. Un soi de Karen balcanic\u0103, dar cu accente fran\u021buze\u0219ti \u0219i voce tremurat-\u021bepoas\u0103:<\/p>\n
– Asta nu e demn de Cap\u0219a! Ceaiul e fad! FAD, domnule! E ap\u0103 c\u0103ldu\u021b\u0103 cu preten\u021bii de civiliza\u021bie! Unde sunt standardele, unde e servirea aceea impecabil\u0103? Eu vin aici de c\u00e2nd.. de c\u00e2nd lumea avea respect \u0219i farfurii de por\u021belan, nu linguri din inox comunal!<\/p>\n
Osp\u0103tarul, b\u0103tr\u00e2n de meserie \u0219i cu r\u0103bdarea smirnei, d\u0103dea aprobator din cap, ca un duhovnic experimentat care \u0219tie c\u0103 penitentul nu vrea iertare, ci spectacol.<\/p>\n
– Nu se poate! Asta e b\u0103taie de joc! Eu plec! strig\u0103 cucoana, smucind po\u0219eta \u0219i provoc\u00e2nd un mic tsunami printre tac\u00e2murile mesei.<\/p>\n
Ceilal\u021bi trei de la mas\u0103? Un domn cu aer de so\u021b blazat, o doamn\u0103 care p\u0103rea c\u0103 regret\u0103 fiecare molecul\u0103 de ceai comandat \u0219i o nepoat\u0103 care c\u0103uta semnal s\u0103 posteze totul pe Instagram. Nu voiau s\u0103 plece. Se vedea clar. Dar s-au ridicat, cam cum te ridici de la mas\u0103 c\u00e2nd nu-\u021bi vine nota \u0219i ai uitat portofelul acas\u0103. Au oftat sincron \u0219i au \u021binut ie\u0219itul. Cucoana \u00een frunte, alaiul \u00een urma ei, ca \u00eentr-o variant\u0103 contemporan\u0103 a scenei cu regina p\u0103r\u0103sind palatul.<\/p>\n
Osp\u0103tarul a r\u0103mas neclintit, cu o demnitate t\u0103cut\u0103 demn\u0103 de un butler britanic S-a \u00eentors spre mine \u0219i, cu un soi de calm ancestral, m-a \u00eentrebat:<\/p>\n
– Mai dori\u021bi ceva pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 profiterol? Un ceai? O clip\u0103 de lini\u0219te?<\/p>\n
N-apuc s\u0103 r\u0103spund, c\u0103 unul dintre domnii din apropiere intervine:
\n– Am mai dori noi dou\u0103 ceaiuri, v\u0103 rug\u0103m! Fierbin\u021bi. \u0218i, dac\u0103 se poate.. f\u0103r\u0103 pene.<\/p>\n
Am z\u00e2mbit. \u0218i am fost de acord. De altfel, sunt dou\u0103 lucruri care nu dezam\u0103gesc niciodat\u0103 la Cap\u0219a: profiterolul \u0219i stoicismul unui osp\u0103tar care a v\u0103zut tot: de la cucoane cu preten\u021bii p\u00e2n\u0103 la revolu\u021bii \u00een farfurie.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Am poposit acum ceva vreme la Cap\u0219a (acel teritoriu sacru al dulciurilor cu blazon care \u00ee\u021bi ofer\u0103 iluzia c\u0103 e\u0219ti personaj \u00eentr-un roman interbelic) \u0219i m\u0103 a\u0219ez la o mas\u0103 retras\u0103 dorind s\u0103 comand un profiterol. Un clasic deja, pe care \u00eel recomand cu c\u0103ldur\u0103. La dou\u0103 mese mai \u00eencolo, o doamn\u0103 \u00een etate, cu p\u0103l\u0103rie de parc\u0103 tocmai venise de la o parad\u0103 imperial\u0103 a p\u0103s\u0103rilor migratoare, \u00ee\u0219i d\u0103 \u00een spectacol indignarea. Un soi de Karen balcanic\u0103, dar cu accente fran\u021buze\u0219ti \u0219i voce tremurat-\u021bepoas\u0103: – Asta nu e demn de Cap\u0219a! Ceaiul e fad! FAD, domnule! E ap\u0103 c\u0103ldu\u021b\u0103 cu preten\u021bii de civiliza\u021bie! Unde sunt standardele, unde e servirea aceea impecabil\u0103? Eu vin aici de c\u00e2nd.. de c\u00e2nd lumea avea respect \u0219i farfurii de por\u021belan, nu linguri din inox comunal! Osp\u0103tarul, b\u0103tr\u00e2n de meserie \u0219i cu r\u0103bdarea smirnei, d\u0103dea aprobator din cap, ca un duhovnic experimentat care \u0219tie c\u0103 penitentul nu vrea iertare, ci spectacol. – Nu se poate! Asta e b\u0103taie de joc! Eu plec! strig\u0103 cucoana, smucind po\u0219eta \u0219i provoc\u00e2nd un mic tsunami printre tac\u00e2murile mesei. Ceilal\u021bi trei de la mas\u0103? Un domn cu aer de so\u021b blazat, o doamn\u0103 care p\u0103rea c\u0103 regret\u0103 fiecare molecul\u0103 de … <\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1093],"tags":[183,1217,1094],"class_list":["post-4067","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-scrieri","tag-bucuresti","tag-capsa","tag-scrieri"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/andreineagu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4067","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/andreineagu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/andreineagu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/andreineagu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/andreineagu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4067"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/andreineagu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4067\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4069,"href":"https:\/\/andreineagu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4067\/revisions\/4069"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/andreineagu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4067"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/andreineagu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4067"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/andreineagu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4067"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}