In cph we noted a tendency to take the view that "we've made enough money today/tonight" when trying to get an unbooked table in half-empty restaurants. Four of us, rocking up one rainy Sunday lunchtime at "The Standard" at 13:15 to find it miraculously half empty I enquired as to the possibility of dining there. "Have you a reservation?" barked the Danish ice maiden on meet'n'disembowel duty. "No, but..." I replied looking around. "It is not good for you." she said "The kitchen closes at three o'clock" and turning on the flat sole of her hideous pumps, off she strode.Just as irritating are the restaurant greeters who ask: "Have you booked?" then make a big thing of finding you a table but then the restaurant stays empty all evening.
Restaurant managers don't want to welcome people who don't fit with their idea of the ideal customer so they will use all the tricks to discourage you. .......
Aye but he did say Clitheroe you know what that lot are like over tother side ot 'illThat last incident is particularly upsetting, with you having a guest from abroad visiting and wanting them to have some a nice northern welcome somewhere.
I think it was "Down Under".somewhere there is a description of a cricket match that I found hilarious at the time but cant remember which book
Aye but he did say Clitheroe you know what that lot are like over tother side ot 'ill
You're borderline anyway!I went to uni in Lancaster and I'll have you know they're a jolly nice lot!
somewhere there is a description of a cricket match that I found hilarious at the time but cant remember which book
Try the legendarily friendly Cornish...my sis, on a train down west, once asked the passing guard what time the train got to Plymouth. "So, you think this train's going to Plymouth do you?" he said, in a disdainful full-bore oo-ar, then carried on walking down the train.Aye but he did say Clitheroe you know what that lot are like over tother side ot 'ill
Took DD#2 to Heathrow for her flight to Japan. Left home at 0530. All sorted by 0700 so decided to buy her a coffee and cake before she went through security. Been all a bit stressy up to then. Walked into the Cafe Rouge area and up to the counter to look at the pain au raisins etc on display. No queue or anybody else waiting or around.
Whilst cogitating in my sleepy daze I could hear a voice wittering beside me as I stirred my brain cell.
'Hang on a minute' I said 'I'm just thinking
Then was told again by the voice that it was table service
'OK, but please give me a minute'
More wittering about table first if I want to order
'If you keep going-on I'll go elsewhere ....'
She keeps wittering about table regardless and DD#2 shouts that we have to sit down first. So I find a table and sit down only to be told by the voice that I couldn't sit there ....
I walked.
Bollocked by DD#2 for causing a scene.
Cafe Nero was great.
Small beer I know, but all I wanted was a minute just to look, I new what I wanted, the voice was there and could easily taken my order whilst I stood, I should have been able to sit at a table of my choice. I've only ever eaten in Cafe Rouge once and they won't be seeing the inside of my wallet again. Quite possibly the worst customer service I've ever encountered in an eatery.
My money, I get to choose ... or my feet, I get to walk.
I haven't read any of his books but have nearly got one several times at charity shops. Are they worth a read? I'm not one for endless descriptions of places-type travel books. I liked that excerpt.
I enjoyed "A walk in the woods" which was based on his story of walking the Appalachian trail with a friend- did you see that? I'd recommend it, very very funny.