Here’s Glitz Glamour Eva again, which I wore yesterday in honour of my daughter to whom this franken is dedicated, turquoise holo glitter in a red sorbet base.
I was also putting it on because we had planned going for dinner, and this is a longer story.
So yesterday we went to this posh restaurant, the Bank (nomen est omen, like a real bank, they probably just want their customers’ money), in order to experience a horrible service and an overall disastrous start of the evening. First, the front desk was unmanned, however, the waiters noticed us, but anyway it took ages until someone arrived. Although we had booked a table (for 8.30pm, and it was 8.30 prompt), it seemed that they could not yet accommodate us – or, as it turned out later, they did not mind accommodating us. Thus, the head waiter showed us to the bar; we thought they were going to set our table, and had a drink.
However, 30 minutes later we were still rotting at the bar, since obviously nobody bothered to get us, and the people next to us had already been seated at their table. We eat pretty often at first-class restaurants, so we know what the fuss is all about, and this was definitely not a place for us. Thus, we got our coats and then the head waiter spotted me and came up. I explained the situation to him that we had been waiting for almost 40 minutes; he said it was a misunderstanding since he’d THOUGHT we wanted to sit at the bar first (for what reason?)… my boyfriend wasn’t that patient because that guy was really confidently lying. Next he claimed that he had told us that he would show us our table after we’d gotten our drinks from the bar. Responding to our further objections, the third and last version was that they had set our table ages ago “over there” (pointing at a dark corner far from the restaurant’s main area, behind the bar; we couldn’t see anything from where we were standing) and was ready to serve us, which he claimed he had told us long ago. But none of this was actually true, otherwise both of us would have misunderstood him. I had a thought of the German ex defence minister, you know, the guy who faked his doctoral thesis, and that head waiter was just like him, always looking for further excuses and not the least self-critital. And not service-orientated either.
That was why we left and spent the rest of the evening at one of our favourite places, the Casse-Croûte, the perfect merge of a pub-like atmosphere and high-class food, yummy! 🙂