Now, where do I start? This place is a disaster for an abundance of reasons - Here we go yelpers:
what is going on?! 2 obnoxious pickle heads are taking up a 6 seat table ,,, what asses! The line to order was long and crowded, by the time we reached the counter I could have read fourteen encyclopaedias and crossed the pacific ocean, only to be assaulted with knowledge that our orders would take at least an hour to be ready - are you for real? By this time , we are tired and just want our chicken schnitzels , every other restaurant is full and I'm annoyed. The lady at the counter (singular, just one, an alone person taking orders for the kilometre long line) assures us with a condescending smile that they're "doing everything they can" , everything? Do you know what that means ? Because it seems like you barely have enough chefs to cover for the one course meal of an ant. Apparently if we order the kids meals as entrees they will come faster , so we cling with all our hunger to that slither of hope and make our order, finally retreating back to our seats - our terribly uncomfortable seat. What seems like aeons of hunger-driven conversation go by, when we at last look at the screens of our phone approximately 200 seconds have passed and our food is so far from our reach. Time passes, it's been more than an hour since we arrived and we are all very angry - where are our entrees? Outrageous. We ask a worker how it can take that long to chuck a slice of garlic bread in the oven , they apologise. The garlic bread rolls out along with our kids meals : pasta and a schnitzel the size of a peanut that's growth was stunted. The schnitzel comes with 'vegetables' : 2 slices of carrots and a broccoli. As the clock continues to tick , we begin to wonder whether this really is a restaurant or a place where people come to wait for death. We decided to complain and sent in Kerry, seconds later an ignorant doofus of a man poisoned our table with his presence and threw our money at us , unapologetically chanting that he couldn't have people like us at his restaurant (people who want food?) , only worsening our opinions with his childish attitude. But we knew it wasn't just because we complained that he felt so heavily wounded, it was the fact that it was a woman who complained; his masculinity threatened and his ego scorched, he had no other choice to waltz over and lash out at us - I mean it was only his moral obligation that he remind the world that a woman could never possibly tell him what to do! Gross, misogyny. Excuse me? What, you think you can make us wait an eternity for our dinner, wasting our Saturday night and expect us NOT to be the least bit upset?? Yeah good one, you guys are totally great at running a business!! We continued to sit, and when our other meals finally decide to grace our tables they were cold. They were cold. The meals were cold. How? Were our meals sitting around in whatever they call a kitchen whilst we were out here with roaring stomachs? Do they employ snails for waiters? What is going on? And the steaks which they claim to be Scotch fillet were not. I am bewildered by the fact that this hell hole has customers - paying customers !!!! Actual human beings are giving their money to this place so that they can spend lifetimes listening to crappy music and an extended choir of grumbling stomachs. Not. Happy. DO NOT GO. read more
