After ordering some drinks in the coffee shop the waiter says he has no change for a 500 note. He stands there, mouth hanging. Duuuuuuuuuh. Friend hands him credit card....off he goes. Then my friend says that there are 3 cookies in the bag and she only ordered one. His mouth hangs again....duuuuuuuuuuh. He asks waitress why. Then he comes back and says one order is 3 pieces. ok. CC receipt is signed. We ask where the 4th bottle of water is ..... mouth hangs...duuuuuuuuuuuuh. He thought we asked for 3. Forget it, we say. We will take 3.
Back to the bowling lane. After 10 minutes Mr. Duh walks over to ask if we can pay cash for the water as he forgot to put it on the bill. hmmm. After all the fiasco about the 500 note you would have thought that he might have ensured he had included everything...alas....duuuuuuuuuuh. Good job we had the change.
Half an hour later I go over and order some lunch. I ask him to make it ready in 30 mins and to let us know when our table is ready. Ok. 25 minutes later (YES, 5 mins before it should be ready) he comes over and asks if he can make my sandwich with brown bread as he has no white. I said no. I did not want the brown. Then I asked him if the other food was ready. He said yes. How long has it been ready? 15 mins. hmmm duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh.
I told him to make me anything. ANYFUKKINGTHING. By now this guy is beginning to annoy me.
15 minutes later he comes over with a stack of polystyrene containers in his arms. WTF? where is our table? Oh duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh. He thought it was a take away. I knew what the take away was and it was not the food.
I asked him if he remembered me asking him to let me know when our table would be ready. His mouth hung in a duhhhhhhhhhhh-ish kindof way. The food was as bad as expected.
What a dick. I left 1 dirham tip. Was I mean?
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
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LOL, it was too painful to read.
No you were not mean.
Let us see how many customers wil duuuuh loose.
HLH
you have to have been there, it was chronic. I asked him where their hotdogs were from and what they were and he went away and came back saying they were meat. That told me a lot, then he served them to kids in French bread. Have you ever seen a 5 yr old trying to get a baguette with sausage inside in his mouth? You know it and I know it but DUHHHH did not know it....that the 'meat' will pop out and onto the floor. Not one kid, but all 4 kids did it. Not once, but twice (yes we made him bring more).
i would have preferred it if you gave him no tip and cut that thing instead and put it in the tray.
i would just walk off.. cannot eat after going thru that coz my apetite for food shuts.. and apetite for trouble grows.
what incompetence.. wait.. i better shut up!
where WAS this place?
LOL CG!
that was such a riot.
I think u overtipped him!!!
Bt yeh its so stressful when u r exceptionally hungry/tired and then this craphappens.
You r too hungry to leave, knowing sods law, anywhere else will take too much time, be worse, or chose that day to be closed, so u stay and suffer , and get more miserable.
Harsha, it was the bowling centre in Al Qouz. Mugg & bean, or something like that.
Buj, you can't walk off when you have hungry kids.
Kaya, yes, it was a crap time, we had been bowling and were all hungry and tired and just needed something to take the edge off it. But in hindsight I think my anger was accelerated and I should have been better getting in the car and looking for a Mac.
hmm I guess so... and yea thats what I was thinking.. you'd still move on and find another place.. but when you got hungry kids..its tough
LOL stick a sheesha pipe up his ass. Or pay someone to do it. Tell me what happens.
i*maginate, I would prefer to not go near his A$$ at all, but thanks for the idea.
I would like to suggest that everyone descend on this coffee shop/ bowling alley and give them hell.
Wasn't there any (hint of) management at the place? I would've spat my dummy big time! Maybe the guy didn't understand you, y'know, speaking English?!
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