Åse I.
Google
Crazy experience. OK: Location is tranquil, next to the river, seating is lovely with loungers and green spaces- happy thoughts of fresh and healthy sparkle through me as I read the menu ✨️ Then came time to order. I asked slooowly if the cheese in a dish was imported or organic. Google Translate promptly joined, but the waitress looked baffled, and like lighting, exchanged herself with another waitress - unfortunately, she, too, was bewildered, and she, too, couldn't understand the word "imported" or "organic." I pointed to the introduction in the meny: Pages on organic and sustainable tea production. I point to the word organic, then to the cheese dish. She froze. Then I mooed. I. mooed. 😆 And as if by cue, a third and final waiter came running down the stairs to confirm that it was not imported - the tea, no, no, not imported! The cheese I mooed, this time with genuine sadness/ madness. He ran back upstairs, panicking now. He made a call, and then it was confirmed: It's imported, the cheese he yelled down from the veranda in English, and the second waitress explains to me, as delicately as she can that yes ma'm, "the cheese is imported". At this point I'm too afraid to ask if it is...organic? I get the vegetable tempura, resigned. 40 minutes, a dish arrived with no spices inside, tasting of pure oil. Now. I understand these are young people, in school, in training, from villages, some maybe even on their first day on the job. I get we have some wierd expectation as tourists. That's why I give a star. But why why why have they not been trained to understand the words in the menu? It's like going to an advertised tango club 💃 but they can only do the worm.
Bizarre, hilarious and exhausting experience for me, confusing and stressful for the staff. But the juice was good!
