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15 October, 2007
Willoughby's Restaurant In The Waterfront
And The Absolute Wanker Who Waited On Us It was a warm Saturday afternoon and I had been knocking back
a few stiff Jamesons since 11am, which is entirely acceptable, as
11am is the new 12pm. I read it in this month's Men's Health so
it's officially a rule now.
Anyhoo, an alcohol-induced appetite became apparent, and a luncheon
at Willoughby's restaurant at the V&A Waterfront
was quickly arranged for a party of 6. Two of the party arrived
earlier and enjoyed refreshing beers, whilst the other four of us
arrived soon after.
When we got there we were greeted by our waiter, who clearly thought
he was too cool for school. I did a search on Google
Images to find someone who looked like him.
Our Waiter At Willoughby's. Too Cool For
School.
"How nice of you to finally arrive, " he said sarcastically,
with a look which suggested we had shat in his lounge,
and then eaten his last Rolo.
Our friend clearly wasn't in the mood to work on this particular
day, and condescendingly kept correcting us when we placed orders.
Example:
"Hi, I'd like the Rainbow Roll"
"Oh, I think you mean the Rainbow NATION Roll"
Come now buddy, we both know what the order was. Stop trying to
be clever and bring me my f**king sushi.
Our friend was also too busy being a Smarty McSmartass
that he failed to notice that Kim didn't have a drink, deciding
to disappear for about 10 minutes, which eventually left Kim having
to get up to tell the manager what a shit waiter we had.
To Willoughby and Co's credit, an older guy, possibly
the owner, told us that the problem was addressed and that if we
have any more issues we should just beckon the manager over.
Our buddy, having now been shat on by his supervisor, appeared without
saying a word and sulkily gave us our cutlery.
Clearly miffed at Kim, he gave her a soya sauce bowl which looked
as if Paris Hilton has bathed in it. It was dirty. She pointed this
out to him, and so naturally he gave her another dirty bowl instead.
More gnashing of teeth and complaints followed, and finally the
manager arrived with a clean bowl and more apologies.
The rest of the meal played out like this, with Mr Sunny Disposition
bringing our drinks and meal in stony silence, with an uncomfortable
atmosphere hanging over our table whenever he approached, which
kind of spoilt the lunch for us.
Willoughby's, your food wasn't bad, but the waiter who served us
was an absolute wanker, who should have rather
stayed at home and tended to his kittens.
Not very impressive.
What: Willoughby & Co.
Where: Lower Level, Victoria Wharf, V&A Waterfront
How Much: + - R100 per person. (Excluding drinks, and possible wanker
serving you)
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