Little cloth-eared stroppy teen waiter fuckmunch!
My girlfriend and I were visiting St. Andrews for the day. We went to a restaurant/hotel place called the Oak Rooms for our dinner.

I'm a vegetarian, and I think this might have caused some confusion later on.

First, they wouldn't let me in the place (I have short cropped hair and look a bit... tasty in a fight?). "Oh, we're fully booked till nine".

Then, when they hear my accent, they had a table after all. (Hooray, he's not a local Fife nutter!)

Empty room. Hmm. A 15 year old boy took our order-- for starters I wanted Nachos without beef Chilli, my griflriend wanted Nachos with Beef chilli.

30 mins later. 2 beef chilli nachos. We ask the waitress to change my order as the boy had got it wrong. She wanders off to say something to him, he gets annoyed, we hear him tell her that we had lied, he fucked off in a strop, and then she came back and tried to imply that we'd lied to him and shouldn't try and change our order! (like I'd change a lifetime of vegetarianism to have some stewed and fried beef on some corn-snacks)

Bitch!

Waited ages for the main course; plain, dull, microwave reheat of previously cooked food-job, then waited forever for the bill. I went to the bar to pay the damn bill, and some
hotel guests were complaining that their expensive and posh room that they'd just checked into had dirty sheets with blood on them. Nice.

A place to avoid.
( drunkenoaf, Fri 28 Apr 2006, 16:08, Reply)