Most difficult lunch I've had to contend with in a while.
I had a very frustrating lunch ordeal on Saturday.
I was in Strathfield and went to the local pub for a quick bite. I ordered the Spaghetti Bolognaise. The man asked me if I wanted chips or salad with that.
I looked puzzled.
He pointed at the menu and started to say the thing he was pointing to. Strathy Burger.
I enunciated even more clearly and loudly than I did the first time, paid, and received my buzzer.
Then I went to the bar and ordered a Dry Ginger Ale.
The lady went around the corner (it was one of those bars with an island of spirits in the middle) and came back and started pouring someone’s drink.
She handed it to me.
I’d been watching what she’d poured into the very tiny glass and said “Not a Gin and Dry. A Dry-Ginger-Ale”
She said “We don’t have ginger ale”
I said “Dry. Ginger Ale. You just used it in the Gin and Dry.”
She said “It only comes from the tap”
I said “I know.”
I got my drink as my food buzzer went off, and collected my meal and cutlery, and sat down.
But that’s not the end of it.
I’m eating my fairly delicious Spaghetti Bolognaise, and want a bit of a drink. So I sip on my Dry Ginger Ale. And then again. And then again, just to be sure.
Now I’m annoyed. It tastes like Soda Water. Sigh.
I get up, with my meal, cutlery, napkins, sun-glasses and hand-bag, and take everything to the bar where upon I ask for a refund for my drink because it tastes like Soda Water and tell her she should have the syrup bag checked.
End of saga.
I was in Strathfield and went to the local pub for a quick bite. I ordered the Spaghetti Bolognaise. The man asked me if I wanted chips or salad with that.
I looked puzzled.
He pointed at the menu and started to say the thing he was pointing to. Strathy Burger.
I enunciated even more clearly and loudly than I did the first time, paid, and received my buzzer.
Then I went to the bar and ordered a Dry Ginger Ale.
The lady went around the corner (it was one of those bars with an island of spirits in the middle) and came back and started pouring someone’s drink.
She handed it to me.
I’d been watching what she’d poured into the very tiny glass and said “Not a Gin and Dry. A Dry-Ginger-Ale”
She said “We don’t have ginger ale”
I said “Dry. Ginger Ale. You just used it in the Gin and Dry.”
She said “It only comes from the tap”
I said “I know.”
I got my drink as my food buzzer went off, and collected my meal and cutlery, and sat down.
But that’s not the end of it.
I’m eating my fairly delicious Spaghetti Bolognaise, and want a bit of a drink. So I sip on my Dry Ginger Ale. And then again. And then again, just to be sure.
Now I’m annoyed. It tastes like Soda Water. Sigh.
I get up, with my meal, cutlery, napkins, sun-glasses and hand-bag, and take everything to the bar where upon I ask for a refund for my drink because it tastes like Soda Water and tell her she should have the syrup bag checked.
End of saga.