I love a good meal. It might be one of the reasons that I gained weight not so long ago. Okay, that and the gummy bears, but I do love to eat good food. It is one of the joys in my life, and as I get older I find it more difficult to compromise. If I am going out to eat, I want it to taste good. Period. That doesn’t mean “fancy” or “expensive” – it means good. Hell, some of the best meals I have eaten in my life have come from Taco stands or were cooked for me by friends. But when I go out, I hope and pray that the food is up to snuff. I am not a “Foodie”(I fucking hate that term and the pretension that it is dipped in) I just enjoy food.
I have written extensively about the problem with Czech customer service (if one can even call it that) but I had an experience this weekend that reminded me of just how much I enjoy eating, and just how little it takes to ruin a meal. A friend and I went to a popular little eatery in Zizkov called Cafe’ Pavlac. What follows is pretty much my own fault since A) The food there pretty much sucks and B)The service is awful. But, I went in knowing this and I did it with a hangover. Bad call.
My friend ordered her hot chocolate and soup, while I deliberated the menu as only a woman with no sleep and a hangover can. Five minutes later I stopped the waitress and told her I wanted a sandwich. A pork sandwich that was toasted. Thirty minutes later, still no sandwich. I am annoyed at this point and tell the “waitress” that I would like to cancel my sandwich. My friend was finished eating and it had been forever in restaurant time, so I was finished.
Now, Czech servers have no idea how to deal with people. I have been given food I didn’t order and been told that I must eat it and pay for it. It was my fault. I have been over charged and given no apology. I have been over charged and been forced to pay. Czechs don’t argue – they are just stubborn. They have a point and thats that. So, the waitress proceeds to tell me that I cannot cancel my order and that I must pay for it. I tell her – pay for what? I haven’t gotten any food. It has taken too long. She tells me I must pay and then runs to the kitchen where the sandwich magically appears. She had obviously forgotten about it. I am pretty sure I called her some very nasty names as I paid for the sandwich that I left on the table uneaten.
Like I said, I should have known better than to go into a place that I already found to be lacking in service and in taste. But I thought – just a coffee and a sandwich. Nope. Not only did it ruin my day, I am pretty sure my friend and that waitress were worse for the wear. I would have been better off having instant noodles and diet coke in my flat.
The saving grace of the day was my dinner. A good friend brought over some sushi and some yummy crispy chicken in a curry sauce. There were two kinds of spring rolls and there was a plethora of sauces to dip them in. It made me happy to smell the curry. And it made me almost forget about that damed stupid waitress.