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Stupidity or bad service?

Yesterday, I went for a meal at a Lebanese restaurant. I was craving a steak for a couple of weeks and was pleased to see that they had it on their menu. Great, I thought. I can’t wait to sink my teeth in to it!

We were sat down by the waiter, who was a pretty short fella. He seemed nice. After leaving is to choose our food, he came back a few moments later to take our order.

I ordered a steak, well done, with fries and a salad. It came with the choice of mushrooms or the salad and as I am not a fan of mushrooms, I decided to get the salad. My girlfriend ordered chicken sheesh which came with rice, bread and salad. As she is on a healthy diet, she asked if they could replace the bread with extra salad, which the waiter agreed to.

We waited for our food for what seemed like ages. I looked at my watch and realised that it had been 30 minutes since we ordered. I gently pulled the waiter over and he assured me that it won’t be too Lin before I receive my food. I joked that I was so hungry I could eat a horse and he smiled and told me its taking longer than usual as I asked for to be ‘well done’. I thought it was strange but give him the benefit of the doubt.

A few minutes later, the waiter brought over a plate. Rather excitedly, I got myself ready to eat. I placed the napkin on my lap and grabbed the cutlery. To my disappointment, it was just hummus and read. Stomach rumbling from hunger, I started eating the bread.

Fifteen minutes later, after we are the bread, the waiter brought over my girlfriend’s food. I hadn’t realised but she pointed out that they didn’t give the extra salad, which is probably why they gave bread. I called the waiter over and pointed out their mistake. He apologised, and said the bread is on the house and he walked off to fetch the salad. A few moments later, he returned with he extra bowl of salad an the steak. He placed it on the table and walked off.

Before I could examine my food, my girlfriend pointed at the meat on her plate.

‘I’m pretty sure I ordered chicken and not lamb’, she said. I looked at her plate and realised she was right. I started calling the waite over again. As I was doing so, I looked at my own steak and it was covered with mushrooms and a sauce which I specifically did not ask for. It was just getting ridiculous now. The waiter approached us and by now I had lost all patience. I questioned why everything we ordered was wrong and how they can screw everything up. It’s not like they were extremely busy. There were only 2 other groups there. He tried to blame the chef, which infuriated me further. Can the chef not read? The waiter went to the chef and they seemed to spend ages discussing the order, like as if they didn’t know how to deal with the mistake.

Fed up, I stood up and gave them one last rant and walked out with my girlfriend. Luckily there was a Nando’s opposite so we had grilled chicken instead.

As a business, you new to listen to customers. Getting someone’s order wrong just shows you don’t care enough to listen. It was my first time in the restaurant, and it’s guaranteed that it will also be my last time. At least I had bread for free.


Shak’s views on Suarez ban

Will he learn from his mistakes? Won’t he? Will he wait another year before biting someone else? Who knows what the next year will bring for this borderline cannibal.

He received a 4 month ban from all football matches, and an international ban for 9 matches. Is the punishment enough for him?

I personally don’t think so. From my previous post, you would know that I believe his actions warrant a lengthier ban. 4 months isn’t that long. And it is his third offence. It should be ‘three strikes and out’.

If the Uruguayan FA appeal it, he will probably be able to play in their next few games. Like I said in my other post, lets put him in a ring with Tyson and let them slug it out (or bite it out)!

Rant from a Londoner

imageI avoid using public transport but for one of the jobs I have, there’s no other choice but to jump on the underground to get to work. This job requires me to start at 6pm and I have to travel from Canary Wharf to White City – busy stations due its amenities. Canary Wharf is the city’s financial hub and is bustling with business people and bankers in suits and ties, dresses and skirts, shoes which click with every step and a buzz that is different to every other area in the Capital. White City, on the other hand, is home to one of the largest shopping malls in the country and people there are generally younger, dressed more casual and louder than their more reserved Canary Wharf counterparts.

I left my office at 5pm giving myself an hour to get to my next job. I dread it because I know exactly what to expect. Rush hour – not for the light hearted. As I enter the underground station at Canary Wharf, I brace myself for an almighty struggle on my journey. In all fairness, waiting for a train at this station is not so bad. People are civilised and queue up which makes it easier to get on the train without ending up in someone’s armpit. The problem is the changeover I have to make. My journey requires me to take the Jubilee Line to Bond Street and then change for the Central Line.

For those of you who are not familiar with Bond Street, it is on Oxford Street and is one stop after Oxford Street station. It is one the busiest areas in London with thousands of shoppers. The jubilee line passes through around 10 stops before reaching Bond Street and with each stop, the number of commuters increase and the train seems to get smaller and smaller. With the rare summertime weather we are facing, the extraordinary heat on the underground is not something I can get accustomed to. Coupled with the fact that there is a lack of proper ventilation, the journey becomes very uncomfortable, especially for someone like me who needs personal space.

The journey annoys me but something bothers me more than this. The underground is stuffy making it hard to get fresh air. I don’t know if its because of this, but people seem to magically forget that there are hundreds of people around them, as if the lack of oxygen affects their ability to think things through. The following are the most annoying for me:

– large queue of people impatiently waiting to get to platform or exit. Queue moves slowly and as you reach the front of the queue, you realise the extra delay is because people are stood in one spot, having a chat. I mean come on! Find a better place to catch up on your life!

– being stuck in a carriage with people and there’s a bad smell from someone’s armpits. This applies to both men and women. In this country, we are obsessed and conscious about our personal hygiene. Why doesn’t this apply for some people?! Just to add a further note, bad underarm smell is bad, but releasing gas on the carriage is not acceptable. At all.

– when I am lucky enough to get a seat on the train and a woman stands right in front of me. I can feel her eyes staring at me, almost willing me to stand up and offer her a seat. I consider myself to be a gentleman but if you are not elderly, pregnant, disabled, or have a child, you can stand. After all, men and women are equal right?

– people that lean on the doors. Why? We all know any pressure on the doors causes the train to jolt. Stand up straight and stop leaning on the door!

– chicken and chips on the train. Don’t do it. It smells bad. In fact, food should be banned from the underground.

– I love reading a good book or an interesting article in the papers. But please be considerate. If the train is packed, please put it away. You are taking up extra space by stretching your arm to read the damn thing!

There you have it. My little rant on the public transport system in London. Am i overreacting to the situation and do I lack patience? Feel free to share your thoughts!