Five years ago I found myself eating alone at a restaurant in Hastings. I was there for business and the restaurant was highly recommended and very popular. As I was alone, being tucked away in an alcove suited me fine, all I needed was a pint and a newspaper. The food was sumptuous, however, it was mired by an astonishing lack of service.
In my many years of eating out, this is the first ‘bad restaurant review’ I have ever written, which I think says something about just how long I waited throughout the evening. Once I had finally finished my meal, it felt like Summer had turned to Winter and I again found myself waiting to order a coffee. When the manager eventually served me, he apologised profusely about the service and did not charge for the drink. I was happy with this, but by the time it had arrived I had studied the newspaper front to back and I was more than ready to leave.