Over these years; we’ve seen staff come and go, but the current staff in there just take the biscuit. I swear they’re all quite young except for maybe three of them.
Several times we’ve arrived to find people sitting at the table that we have reserved, the excuse is usually something along the lines of ‘they’ve been here for a few hours, thought they’d be gone by now’ to our bookings mysteriously disappearing from the diary. As it’s never chronically busy in there, we’ve just shrugged our shoulders and sat somewhere else.
Last time we went in there we were actually asked to move to another table so they could set up for breakfast as the waiters ‘are all students who have to go to college early tomorrow’. They start vacuuming around the customers at 10pm to try and force them to leave early.
Then there are the instances where Kathy & Fançoise will order coffee and it’ll take 20 minutes to arrive, Kaz orders something and part of the order won’t turn up, food may be cold because it’s been sat on the bar for ten minutes before someone remembers to bring it round. Tonight was the final straw.
We got in there tonight to find that our table wasn’t reserved – again. I ordered sausage & mash for Jake, chilli con carne, chips & a side salad for myself and took my drink over to our table. Kaz ordered some onion rings, dough balls and chips. She also order a pint of Best Bitter only to be told they’d run out!
My dinner arrived about ten minutes later, but I’d almost finished it before Kaz’s dinner arrived! After we’d finished eating, we sat and chatted and knit.
After 20 minutes or so, deciding we were still hungry, Kaz and I both went to the bar and ordered some profiteroles and another drink each. When we got back to the table; there was already one portion of profiteroles there. Kaz told me to eat them as we assumed her’s would be along pretty quick.
After 15 minutes I called the waiter over (who hadn’t once asked if our meals were ok or cleared our table!) and asked when Kaz could expect her dessert. He went off to check. When he came back, he admitted that her ticket had ‘disappeared’ in the kitchen and they were just being “sorted now”.
They duly arrived and were frozen solid in the middle, so I took them up to the bar and explained what was going on to the manageress. She was rather blunt, picked up the plate and prodded one of the profiteroles with the spoon then said “I’ll get you some more” in an exasperated tone.
What we got back were – well, quite frankly – disgusting! The profiteroles had been placed in a microwave and nuked on a high setting! They were warm and the whipped cream inside had completely melted.
I was furious and demanded that Kaz be given a refund and also asked to see the manager. She claimed that she had apologised the first time I’d taken them back, yet neither Kaz nor I had heard her, I told her I was furious that I’d had to demand a refund and that I wasn’t impressed with the level of service we get in there. The apology I eventually got was extremely half hearted.
Normally we’re there until near on closing time, but I would still expect a restaurant to wait until all the customers had left before vacuuming the premesis. Last time they even asked us to move to another table so the staff could sort our table for breakfast!
The waiting staff rarely come and clear our table and hardly ever ask if everything is alright with our meals – the one young man who used to do this has been conspicuously absent over the last month or so!
We’d already been muttering about looking for somewhere else to meet and tonight has just made it all the more….urgent!
No Table Table, Isle of Wight Fibre Crafts won’t be back in two weeks!