Superman En V.
Google
Dinner reserved for two people.
We’re seated at the very end of the counter, in an extremely cramped space. I’m sitting right in the passageway, facing the oven, literally one foot inside the kitchen.
We order, and our glasses of wine arrive. I move the tray that’s on the counter and pull my chair slightly closer to the person I’m dining with. And then.. it’s a disaster.
The chef behaves with unbelievable rudeness. He immediately moves my tray and glass back into place, asking me to “shift over”…?!
1. I eat, set my glass down, and eat however I please. Are you going to teach me how to hold my fork too?
2. What gives you the right to act with such arrogance?
3. I’m paying to eat comfortably, not to sit in the middle of the kitchen.
The food is fine : good, but unsurprising and certainly doesn’t justify the bill. Service and hospitality are virtually nonexistent.
We live ten minutes away on foot, and we won’t be coming back.
P.S. No need to reply with your usual copy-paste response.