two years ago i went to the CRAPEST beer cafe in sydney, the Belgian Beer Cafe in Cammeray for a mates birthday. Night was going ok, noticed some pretty shitty service but nothing major. then a waiter just decided to shove a tray of 3 beers in my lap. so i'm sitting there going, front of pants covered in beer and the guy who did it just walks off. thankful a mate had a spare t'shirt in his bag. so i'm sitting in soggy jeans and a 'feaching' t'shit for the rest of the night. lb went nuts and i was told i'd get a free meal, then when i ordered told i couldn't have what i wanted cause both entre and main were the most expenive. to my relief my mates latter on stole about 15 or so beer glasses in a bag, god bless'm.
anyway, so my work decides to have their monthly work dinner at the Belgian Beer Cafe in The Rocks... i'm thinking maybe this one is better. sure it's the same company but this one's in the city so it might be better run. no no no.
i came into in like a boy scout and it saved the day. sure enough the food was coming out and the 'waiter' standing behind me tips the plate for no freakin reason and put hot source all down the back on my white work shirt. he was just standing their asking who's steak it was... it's called holding a plate fucker. hmmm... i swear and i can tell you it was the first time in my life i was so close to punch someone in the face. actually i think i said; "you've got to be kidding, not again, how fucking hard is it!" how christian of me. on my mission to the bathroom the guy apologied which was an improvement. anyway, went all mum on the shirt and quickly rinced it in the bathroom with some hand soap. came back from the bathroom in my undershirt i'd worn cause i figured in the morning that i'd better play it safe and was greated by a chair still covered in source. was offered 'free dry cleaning' by the manager after LB compained. the manager didn't give his name, the oldest trick in the book. so no free dry cleaning for me? yep you bet it, couldn't give a name so had "no chance".
moral of the story, getting covered in beer means 'free' meal. getting covered in steak source mean $6 dry cleaning.
actually scrap that.
moral of the story, i'm NEVER going to anything owned and run by Oliver Massart, kiss my ass and go cook some more shit for women weekly cause you cannot run a beer cafe to save your life.
anyway, so my work decides to have their monthly work dinner at the Belgian Beer Cafe in The Rocks... i'm thinking maybe this one is better. sure it's the same company but this one's in the city so it might be better run. no no no.
i came into in like a boy scout and it saved the day. sure enough the food was coming out and the 'waiter' standing behind me tips the plate for no freakin reason and put hot source all down the back on my white work shirt. he was just standing their asking who's steak it was... it's called holding a plate fucker. hmmm... i swear and i can tell you it was the first time in my life i was so close to punch someone in the face. actually i think i said; "you've got to be kidding, not again, how fucking hard is it!" how christian of me. on my mission to the bathroom the guy apologied which was an improvement. anyway, went all mum on the shirt and quickly rinced it in the bathroom with some hand soap. came back from the bathroom in my undershirt i'd worn cause i figured in the morning that i'd better play it safe
moral of the story, getting covered in beer means 'free' meal. getting covered in steak source mean $6 dry cleaning.
actually scrap that.
moral of the story, i'm NEVER going to anything owned and run by Oliver Massart, kiss my ass and go cook some more shit for women weekly cause you cannot run a beer cafe to save your life.
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