maxiewawa

I was at City Diner the other night, with some friends. They are famous for bad service.
After we’d had a look at their menus, and decided what we wanted, we looked around for a waiter. We saw a guy behind the bar, and waved at him. He didn’t see us. We waved a bit more, and eventually shouted at him.

He looked up, smiled genially, waved back and nodded, then went back to the TV.

“Get over here!” one of our number shouted, annoyed.

“Just a moment,” he said, pointing to another waiter who was attending to another group. “He’ll take your order.” And before we could protest, he turned his back on us again and went back to watching the TV.

The food is really good at City Diner, the music is great (they usually have live bands), and they have some exotic beers on tap, so I keep going back.

I guess I should either stop complaining about them or stop going. I think that they win everyone over with nice food, good beer and great music. They’re a lot better than a lot of jazz places in town, where everything is over priced, the band only plays jazz standards and all the seats have a little place card on them saying “reserved” except for a tiny bar stool next to the toilet.

I think it’s good to have a whinge (Americans call it “whine”) every now and then. What else is the internet for?