I had a first big night out last night since the surgery and I admit it it was not the smartest thing I have ever done. I met an old co-worker in the office on Friday who came to London for couple of days. He said he was going for a dinner with some friends and asked me to join them. So far everything was just fine by the time I heard the name of the restaurant. I am not giving the name here since most of you would recognise it but it is a very well known restaurant bar with a nice roof terrace in the West End. The problem about this place, everybody loves it but I don't.
I guess I have been here like 5 or 6 times and each time I go I just get so annoyed by the super arrogant waiters and the restaurant manager(s). They have some rules are much stricter than the constitution. They treat you terribly as you were already so blessed of being able to be in that cocky restaurant and you just get the worst treatment and finally you spend the whole money you have got in your wallet, usually even more...
As if this was not enough, one of us in the group was also not the most friendly person so she was treating the waiters terribly as well. I don't know what was the worst last night really, the idiotic arrogance by the restaurant people or our "friend"s rude attitude. The funny thing is nobody seemed really annoyed apart from me so everyone was perfectly okay with what was happening. The both sides kept insulting each other all night long and it was just fine! Unbelievable!
After this place, we went to a club in South Kensington. Okay, this was my fault. I shouldn't have gone after the previous experience. But it was already too late for the tube and I told myself how worse could it get? Oh apparently, it could get pretty worse :))
We came to this club and at the entrance these FBI agent looking people asked us how many we were. We said 3 and the agent said we needed to get a table for 300 quid!!!! I loved (!) the attitude like " you little people you better have money to enter". Haha. And this amount didn't even include the drinks. I started laughing and declared to my insane friends that I was not going to pay that sh*t which was exactly at the same time when they declared to me that that amount was perfectly fine for them. What the ...? Am I really living on a different planet? I said oh well, goodbye then and after a couple of minutes I found myself inside of the club. Well here I was standing in the dark and thinking what else I could do with 300 quid. I could buy 2 flight tickets to Istanbul. I could go somewhere really nice on Easter Break or I could simply keep it in my pocket. Darn!
They ordered a bottle of champagne and the place closed like after an hour :) Sweet! So the bill arrived which was 420 quid and I was going to have a heart attack. We didn't even dance. People were just checking out each other. And our posh friend said that the bill was okay and she paid it. Of course we wanted to contribute but she said it was not a big amount to bother herself to divide.. Wow! Respect!
I mean it wouldn't really kill me to pay that money either but the thing that I don't understand is, why would I want to pay that amount for something really not special. I mean I could't see any difference between this club or any other club that we could have gone with a 20 quid entrance fee. Oh no there is one difference which is you actually get treated more badly in these places. Some people are just insane or I am just being boring. Both has a good chance to be true. Oh well..
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