Bugger!
Well. The hypothetical 9th birthday party was... interesting to say the least.
The only good thing I can say about it is that the birthday girl and all her little friends had a good time.
We all got to the restaurant at 6:30 pm. The kids had ordered by 6:50, the adults by 7:05. By 8pm, even the kids were starting to get unsettled- and numerous 'trips to the toilet' ensued. MrB went in search of a manager, and discovered that the take-away business had been constantly bumping our order down the list of priority. He was not happy. Neither was my father. Their garlic bread, and our entree (pear and rocket (suprisingly good)) pizzas arrived in the nick of time. Then their pizzas arrived, and the munchkins were happy. The adults were less so.
Our food still hadn't materialised by 8:20. The poor waitress was stressed, lurking next to the service window, desperately begging someone to cook our food. Management didn't seem to care. The children finished, and started running riot. I didn't care. Luckily (or maybe unluckily) we were sitting outside, in the covered and heated verandah area and there were no other customers for the kids to disturb... Finally, Dad went off to cancel his order, determined to go back to our place with the kids and do the Cake thing before their parents arrived to take them home. He came back outside livid - they hadn't even started cooking our meals!
In a moment of beautiful synchronicity, one of the guests (whose father had been assuring us all evening that she wasn't ill, she was just playing it for sympathy) chose to stand up, announce "Daddy...!" in a pitiful wail, and projectile vomit all over the floor. The table was deathly quiet. Then we all (father included) burst into very raucous laughter. And we took this to be a sign. We all got up and left, leaving a bewildered waitress in our wake.
MrB went to settle the bill. The manager was completely and utterly uninterested in our experience. There was no apology offered. None. The moral of the story - NEVER grace Bon Aroma restaurant in Bulli with your patronage - they just don't give a rat's arse about you.
(We tipped the waitress in cash, separately. Mum gave her a hug. MrB assured her it was not her fault, and that he was thankful for all she had done to try and make the party work)
When we all got back to our place, the kids did the cake thing (Krispy Kremes piled on a platter, candles dotted artistically... Very much appreciated by small people!) Then we ordered Dominos. And got stuck into the Oomoo. This is something we will laugh about for years.
Life is what you make of it.
The only good thing I can say about it is that the birthday girl and all her little friends had a good time.
We all got to the restaurant at 6:30 pm. The kids had ordered by 6:50, the adults by 7:05. By 8pm, even the kids were starting to get unsettled- and numerous 'trips to the toilet' ensued. MrB went in search of a manager, and discovered that the take-away business had been constantly bumping our order down the list of priority. He was not happy. Neither was my father. Their garlic bread, and our entree (pear and rocket (suprisingly good)) pizzas arrived in the nick of time. Then their pizzas arrived, and the munchkins were happy. The adults were less so.
Our food still hadn't materialised by 8:20. The poor waitress was stressed, lurking next to the service window, desperately begging someone to cook our food. Management didn't seem to care. The children finished, and started running riot. I didn't care. Luckily (or maybe unluckily) we were sitting outside, in the covered and heated verandah area and there were no other customers for the kids to disturb... Finally, Dad went off to cancel his order, determined to go back to our place with the kids and do the Cake thing before their parents arrived to take them home. He came back outside livid - they hadn't even started cooking our meals!
In a moment of beautiful synchronicity, one of the guests (whose father had been assuring us all evening that she wasn't ill, she was just playing it for sympathy) chose to stand up, announce "Daddy...!" in a pitiful wail, and projectile vomit all over the floor. The table was deathly quiet. Then we all (father included) burst into very raucous laughter. And we took this to be a sign. We all got up and left, leaving a bewildered waitress in our wake.
MrB went to settle the bill. The manager was completely and utterly uninterested in our experience. There was no apology offered. None. The moral of the story - NEVER grace Bon Aroma restaurant in Bulli with your patronage - they just don't give a rat's arse about you.
(We tipped the waitress in cash, separately. Mum gave her a hug. MrB assured her it was not her fault, and that he was thankful for all she had done to try and make the party work)
When we all got back to our place, the kids did the cake thing (Krispy Kremes piled on a platter, candles dotted artistically... Very much appreciated by small people!) Then we ordered Dominos. And got stuck into the Oomoo. This is something we will laugh about for years.
Life is what you make of it.
posted by actonb at 10:18 pm
7 Comments:
Oh acton b. Oh my. That is a story for the ages.
Poor you, you must have been just peeved. Glad you can laugh about it though.
Vomit at a birthday party. I thought people saved that for 18ths and 21sts...
I cant believe you guys paid??
Excellent you left them with the projectile vomit!
I'm with shrooms, you paid? Arse to that, you're too nice.
Sounds like a right disaster. I'll avoid the place like the plague.
I'll go one better and give them the plague and plaque
W - I have to laugh. Otherwise I'd cry. And I did that already. So laughing it is!
OM - the vomit was a beautiful finishing touch. I shall be eternally grateful to Miss Ivy.
Shroom - the paying of the bill is part of MrB's 'cunning plan'...???
LaRue - We're doing the whole 'Good Service = tell 3 friends, Bad Service = tell THE ENTIRE WORLD' thing.. mwuahahaha
mogginic - Bon Aroma was not the first choice, but Mumma's Kitchen in Woonona couldn't fit us all in. Bugger. Must plan ahead next time. Haven't tried mama mia. But Samuels is so good! Too good for a 9th birthday party methinks...
Belated msg....... or perhaps NOT?
Sounds pathetically possible, but methinks that 'mogginic' works for Samuels!???!!!!! Hmmmmmnn?? ;)
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