Naah, none of that religious pish today….
Been down Cardiff Bay for lunch darlings.
It is a bit like that, but the worst bit was the pub.
You know bar – order drinks – sit drink / eat, leave.
Well no… ‘We’re not doing bar service today, would you like to take a seat?’
Normally I would not be bothered about table service, but something about standing at a bar and ordering drinks, then precariously carrying them across the pub has its attractions!!
Perhaps they didn’t want their nice clean floor dirtied by the likes of me spilling beer – sorry beer and spillage, especially at lunch time – please!!!!
I’d give anything to get table service sometimes! Does leave me feeling a little unworthy though… and then there’s the whole feeling-of-guilt-if-you-don’t-leave-a-tip-coz-they’ve-made-that-extra-effort thing. Is there possibly a happy medium? =)