You know it's been a bad lunch when...

You arrive back to work with a MacDonalds under your arm.

So my friend's girlfriend told us we should really try out The Bailey for lunch. She told us that it had a good lunch menu and that he wouldn't be hard pushed to find something he'd like on it. This is to a guy who likes good normal wholesome Irish food and nothing else! The menu had very little of that. When the waitress appeared, we all looked in our wallets and decided that a tenner for food we weren't even interested in wasn't a good choice, so we ordered tea, black coffee and a latte. He decided to ask for a ham and cheese sandwich, which wasn't on the menu but which we all hoped they could whip up. Apparently they don't do the whole "specialised sandwiches" there, so he had to settle for a chicken roll which apparently tasted like "chicken poo". Due to the rest of us only having drinks, we had to move to a less comfortable out of the way table, even though there were only about four other groups in the place and no real need for extra lunch table space.

As we sat down, the waitress double checked our drinks orders;
Her: So that was two cappucinos and a tea right?
Us: No, a black coffee, a tea and a latte
Her: Ok, a black coffee, a tea and a cappucino.
Us: No, no cappucino, just a latte!
When she arrived back she had a black coffee and two lattes, honestly, if you can't remember the drinks we ordered after we've told you three times, GET A PEN AND PAPER!!

We drank our expensive drinks whilst my friend picked at his expensive roll then decided he'd had enough and we asked for the bill. The waitress came over to my friend and started quizzing him about why he had barely touched his food. She behaved kinda like the stern mother who forces you to eat all of your greens. I can understand her being concerned over him barely touching it in case the food was bad, but to come over saying "why haven't you eaten your food?!!" was a bit over the top, she should have kept it simply to "did you not enjoy your meal sir?" or some such thing instead of giving him the third degree.

So after finally escaping, and feeling that all of the waiting staff must hate us since we didn't eat anything off of their *superb* :/ menu, we left, knowing that we will never go back there again! I ended up queuing in MacDonalds knowing that at least I would eat and afford the crap they served up.

The Bailey gets four unanimous thumbs down!

-d