Penicillin is a great invention.
Simon and I went out to dinner last night. Which brings me to another thing that makes me insane about Belfast. Lack of waiter interest.
Take your order? Sure no problem. Bring you food? Sure no problem. Come back and see if you need anything? Not gonna happen.
Apparently this is a UK, possibly Europe, thing. Dump the food and leave the people alone. Great, but what if I want another drink? Or a new fork? Or if there is something wrong with my meal? Yes, I can flag a waiter down, but that doesn’t work very well in Belfast either. It seems that you get your food and then *poof* you’re invisible.
Then it takes them ages to clear the dirty dishes and bring a pudding menu. Then you get your pudding and BAM the bill is on your table.
So the whole experience is wait…wait…wait…BYE NOW!
Doesn’t matter what restaurant we go to, this is how it is. I hate it. But sometimes I hate cooking and washing up more.
I rarely go out to dinner but this hasn’t been my experience in Iceland. Well, not entirely. I’d say 50% of the time the waiters will mostly ignore you once you get the food – chiefly in the cheaper places – but the other 50% they will come to your table and ask if the meal’s ok etc. I may be uncivilized but I’m always surprised when they do this. Of course we don’t tip which may play into this.