This poem was written following an unsavoury experience at the cafe of Newport Nursery,Pets & Aquatics in Watergate Road. Be warned, you go there on their terms!
Watergate
Not Nixon but Newport
cafe without the culture
you chose macaroni cheese
I said “Quiche and chips, please”
Mine was quite tasty
yours came with a spoon
“Is it out of a tin?” (“I’ll have what he’s got”)
the waitress took it back in
Out came the cook
lacking in grace
“We’ve no quiche left” she declared
so it was mine that we shared
You paid for the quiche
the chips and the drinks
but the manager said he wanted more money
when you refused he got quite funny
Out in the car park
he enquired of me
“Are you from the island?”
I edged carwards, key in hand
“Don’t bother coming back!”
“We won’t!” I said (nor will our friends)
“You’ve got a stuck up bitch of a Mrs”
I thought, that’s service, meeting the customers’ wishes!
Whoever wrote this has too much time to spare, must be tight ( always looking for ways of not having to pay, you know those who share a meal)and gets confused between a local, friendly cafe with fantastic homemade food at resononable rates and the Ritz.
I have visited this cafe and have always had great service and lovely food. It has a four star rating and very pleasant staff.
For people who are only comfortable in places with ‘grace’ and ‘culture’ shouldn’t really venture far from home.
Tis’ much better for them to stay at home and write very boring poems.
Whoever wrote this has too much time to spare, must be tight ( always looking for ways of not having to pay, you know, those who share a meal) and gets confused between a local, friendly cafe with fantastic homemade food at resononable rates and the Ritz.
I have visited this cafe and have always had great service and lovely food. it has a four star rating and very pleasant staff.
For people who are only comfortable in places with ‘grace’ and ‘culture’ shouldn’t really venture far from home.
Tis’ much better for them to stay at home and write very boring poems.
Are you two twins or something? Or is it just a coincidence that you’ve come up with the same comment?
Anyway, a hearty welcome to the blog, hope you both continue to visit cafes you like, I prefer mine with a little more humility. Working in the catering trade myself, I would certainly not be rude to a customer nor expect them to pay for food which they returned as being unsatisfactory. Incidentally, the food that was returned was not home made but straight from a tin, as confirmed by the waitress who brought it to the table.
Looking forward to receiving one of your poems, Matt and Cat certainly enjoyed mine!
p.s. A cultural note, use your spell-checker, the word is reasonable.
Was the Macoroni cheese advertised as homemade?
It was on the blackboard, which we took to be the specials of the day, though wasn’t specifically described as homemade. Whether it was or not does not excuse the rudeness we encountered.
i personally believe that the owner of this restraunt is in the right, although he didnt make it him self, he didnt say it was home made now did he? if you have issues, talk it out with the owners, dont go making pathetic poems about bull shit that means nothing to anyone (porbably including you)
Surprised you could spare the time to read bull shit poems Arron, let alone leave a comment. The title of the post is BAD SERVICE at Island cafe and relates to the response of the manager to the situation. The charm of the internet is free speech, if you don’t like it, you’re not obliged to read my blog!
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what does porbably mean??
Hi Jane, I think Arron porbably means probably! In common with other supporters of the cafe , Janet , Juliette and Chris (It’s macaroni, Chris), spelling seems to be a problem!