Yesterday we had the family lunch for my birthday. I picked a particular restaurant as I wanted the Paella.
First, we struggled to get J's pram in without creating a hazard for waitstaff.
The Paella takes an hour - Mr Trifectagirl forgot to let me know that - he'd enquired when he made the booking. As we were on set time for accessible transport for Mr Trifectagirl's wheelchair bound mother, we didn't order the Paella. So I didn't have the meal I wanted for my birthday. The poor waiter felt pretty bad about that, and tried to swing it for us - no go.
Next, I decided to order a cocktail. Their take on a mojito. The poor kid serving then had to tell me that they'd run out of rum. He felt really bad, so I got my sangria on the house.
The kitchen was slow on one of the entrees. It was steak tartar served in a cleaned sardine tin. Two people on the table ordered the same meal. We think they actually had to wait for a tin to be cleaned!!
Thankfully mains and desert went off without a hitch, but I really felt sorry for the guy - he started to get more and more deflated each time he came to our table. Particularly since Mr Trifectagirl emphasised it was my birthday lunch!
I hope he had a better evening service.