Monday 22 July 2002 7.15pm
I decided to go out for Sunday lunch yesterday and
thought I would give The Anchor at Bankside a go. I know that in the past friends have said that it is not up to much, but thought I would give it a try since it has been revamped and has a hotel built onto it. This is how the 1pm telephone conversation went with the restaurant:
Me - What is the lunch time opening hours today please
Girl - 5pm
Me - What for lunch? What are your Sunday Lunch hours
Girl - We are open now.
me - What time is the last ordering time
Girl - 3pm
Me - Ok I would like to book for 3pm for 2 people
Girl - Well, eh 2.45 really - best make it 2.30 Me - OK
We turn up 2.25 and the smell from the downstairs toilet
was dreadful - in the upstairs restaurant we were told
to order quickly because the kitchen was about to close
- we had not even sat down at that point. When we sat
down she was hovering around and the smell from downstairs toilet was wafting up and was awful.
Needless to say we left.
We went to Studio Six
in Gabriels Wharf - food was good but had to wait nearly an hour for it! The toilets were not
up to much and there was a pair of red lacy knickers on
the floor! The mind boggles......
Ever had one of those days?