Well, I suppose I can't blame The Whaler's Inn for ruining my life. They didn't really even ruin my day...but I was totally and completely miffed for 30 minutes! You'll be proud of me though, I was very brave.
Let me explain...
...With thanks to the Queen, this weekend is a long one. Monday is the Queen’s birthday!
Happy Birthday to you, Queen Elizabeth!!...
...A long weekend is not complete without some sort of scenic drive, in and around our state.
We found ourselves in the seemingly idyllic surroundings of Encounter Bay earlier today, which sits on the coast of South Australia adjacent to Victor Harbour.
In spite of my having planned ahead for surprise hunger attacks, with a bag of different fruits and a large bottle of water, a dark desire for something greatly more substantial to eat crept up and through me.
Hunger can change a man.
The beautiful environment could not tempt me to fire my camera shutter – I wanted food!
But, knowing what food is often available when you are out and about, I was determined to not to give in to the fast and fattening variety.
We saw a gorgeous little restaurant, nestled in the hillside, far off in the distance. It was The Whaler’s Inn.
We could see there was a wedding party and felt encouraged that this indeed must be a great venue. If someone is willing to get married here, the food can’t be that bad. No, not at all.
We eagerly climbed the steps, pushed our way through the entrance and caught the attention of a waiter, bar attendant, mixologist, service professional…or whatever these people are called nowadays.
He peered at me curiously as I explained we were hoping for some lunch, trying to scan the counter for a menu as I spoke.
Answering in the negative when the service superstar asked if we had a reservation, he went on to explain that they were, sadly, fully booked.
Fully booked?
A quick glance around the restaurant told me there were dozens of empty tables.
The barman then suggested we drive back the way we came and patronise a cafe across the bay. He didn’t stop there. He then sang the praises of this little cafe's bacon and egg rolls, telling us that once we ate one of their offerings, we wouldn’t eat one elsewhere ever again.
Huh!
I can’t help but think my dressing strictly from my Kmart wardrobe this morning resulted in my very own “Pretty Woman moment”. Being refused service because of how I presented myself, discriminated on perceived socio-economic status makes me feel…kinda dirty. My money is still good.
Big mistake. Huge!
Oh well.
Listen up buddy! I’m Middle Class, bitch!
Of course, it may all have been innocent, with all those empty tables not as idle or vacant as they looked. Perhaps a bus of hungry travellers who had been sharp enough to book ahead, were on their way but simply delayed on their journey.
Perhaps.
And so, deflated but not defeated, we indeed found a little cafe and chose fish and chips. Oh, the shame of it.
It was not a good choice, for the impact it may have on my health, as well as the fact it wasn’t very good. These are, as they say, the breaks.
Anyway. I hope your weekend is going well. And if you are eating out, book ahead, before they have the opportunity see how ugly, poor, unkempt and so on that you are.
A life lesson people. Hey, this ain’t no joke, this is free and solid advice, right here, for YOU!
My name is David, and I'm a "Whaler's Inn survivor". Peace out.
Mwah!
1 comment:
just had a chance to finally read this entry, sugar! i swear, after that brush off, i would have been tempted to call and see if i coulf get a reservation within the hour and then, show up and let them seat me! LOL anyway, if i'm ever in your part of the world, or if any of my friends ever venture that way, i promise i will tell them to forget the whaler's inn! ;) xoxoxoxo
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