Rossini at the Quay
I previously wrote about Rossini at the Quay and mentioned that things had changed. But I also said that I would still go there. Another visit has changed my opinion totally.
Last night we went to the restaurant. At the door is a sign asking you to wait until seated. I had not realised that the emphasis is really on the waiting not the seating. For we waited — and waited — and waited.
We were actually standing beside the waiter at the door who had been writing something down. He knew we were there. He had looked at us. And then another waiter joined him and they began talking. Along came another waiter to join the group. No one paid us any heed. So we left. And we won’t go back.
There were many empty tables there. We know why.