We agreed that a day lazing about, reading, drinking vino, a bit of grocery shopping and the like was in order. The rain came in the morning, the lads played in the pool in the afternoon. I finished book 4 of Outlander, and started number 5 (yes, that's the main reason I'm a bit tardy with my blogging).
Dinner in town again. We wandered up and down the tourist section, including a large section on the waterfront that looked like sideshow alley, without the rides. there was practically no-one about eating dinner - many places seemed to be packing up, but may have in fact been setting up.
In the end, we chose the place next door to where we ate the night before, not least because they had non-seafood options for my non-seafood adoring menfolk. Bad choice. It was by far the most unpleasant meal we've had to date, and at least as bad as last night's meal was good.
Surly, bordering on rude, waiters who ignored repeated polite requests for drinks (billed multiple times, but not brought); the 'antipasti caldi' turned out to be a plate of chips, a handful of overcooked chicken nuggests, and a couple of squareish battered things that I still have not identified. The meals for the other three came out, and after a few minutes I asked where my meal was. It took another ten minutes before it arrived, without so much as a comment, let alone apology, for its tardiness, by which time the others had of course finished theirs. (Well, Ky hadn't eaten his - it was practically inedible.) We requested the bill before I'd even finished, challenged the overbillings, and paid the exact amount in cash, eager to get out of there.
Dinner in town again. We wandered up and down the tourist section, including a large section on the waterfront that looked like sideshow alley, without the rides. there was practically no-one about eating dinner - many places seemed to be packing up, but may have in fact been setting up.
In the end, we chose the place next door to where we ate the night before, not least because they had non-seafood options for my non-seafood adoring menfolk. Bad choice. It was by far the most unpleasant meal we've had to date, and at least as bad as last night's meal was good.
Surly, bordering on rude, waiters who ignored repeated polite requests for drinks (billed multiple times, but not brought); the 'antipasti caldi' turned out to be a plate of chips, a handful of overcooked chicken nuggests, and a couple of squareish battered things that I still have not identified. The meals for the other three came out, and after a few minutes I asked where my meal was. It took another ten minutes before it arrived, without so much as a comment, let alone apology, for its tardiness, by which time the others had of course finished theirs. (Well, Ky hadn't eaten his - it was practically inedible.) We requested the bill before I'd even finished, challenged the overbillings, and paid the exact amount in cash, eager to get out of there.
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