I just had a minor panic – checked the date and, fr some reason cross-referenced it against a calendar. Today is Day 164, not 163 as in the title. How did it happen? How had I manged to get it wrong? How was I going to correct it? Well, as it happened I solved everything by looking at the clock on the computer. The 13th June is Day 164, but am actually writing about the day that finished ten minutes ago, which is Day 163. I worry too much. And when I don’t have enough real stuff to worry about, I make something up.
We had dinner at the Harvester in Wilford last night, as part of the visit of Number Two Son. like so many places these days, they have signs up blaming supply chain issues for possible shortages. They must think I’m an idiot, because I remember the days before “supply chain issues” became a catch-all excuse. In those days they still ran short of items on the menu and that was due to inefficiency on their part. It still is, it’s just that they can now blame Brexit or Covid.
Apart from the meal we couldn’t have because they had run out, they got two drinks on the seven person order wrong and had no bread ready at the salad bar. When they eventually brought it to the table they didn’t being enough butter.
All First World problems, I admit, and nothing that would be a source of dismay in Ukraine if it happened there. However, in the context of the UK in 2022, it’s not good enough.
That’s before we come on to the salad. The selection was woeful, the quality was limp and the new system is, frankly, inefficient and cynical. Quality and availability have always been questionable at times. But at least you were master of your own selection. You can no longer serve yourself and fill a bowl, you have to be served by their staff, and they seem reluctant to fill the bowl, so we ended up with much less salad than we used to get. I exercised my right to “unlimited” salad by asking for seconds, everyone else was too embarrassed.
This is supposedly for health reasons, but the need for Covid restrictions seems to have passed. It’s only the Harvester salad bar that seems to need restrictions. As I recall, it always left a little to be desired in hygiene terms, and the new restrictions are, I feel, intended not to promote health but to promote profits by restricting salad portions.
Or am I just being cynical?
The photo is from Julia. The journalist commemorated on the plaque is better known as J M Barrie in case it doesn’t sound familiar.
Bravo to Julia. I had to look up J. M. Barrie. I would have passed that plaque with nary a thought. Sometimes the word “curmudgeon” comes to mind when I read your posts. I can’t imagine why. <3
You? Cynical? Never….just pragmatic
🙂 “Free” salad is the best salad!
Becky and Jackie don’t think you are being cynical
🙂 I find that comforting as I have always regarded them as role models. I suspect they are also quite kind to elderly gents, which I find more and more important these days. 🙂
Sorry to hear dinner was disappointing. It has been a long time since Rick and I ate out in a restaurant, but he is a good cook (he likes to eat), and the food is always good here. 🙂
J M Barrie looks a lot like pictures I have seen of my mother’s father. He died before I was born. I only knew one of my grandparents, my father’s mother.
The company was good, the ribs and syrup sponge were good, so all in all I can’t complain. Well, I just did, I suppose, but it was quite good really. 🙂
I think that it is quite possible that no one reading your post would have known that.
It took a day for the annoyance to dissipate and the genial side of my character to triumph over the internal curmudgeon. 🙂