Got up late and went into town to find somewhere to eat. We ended up making a particularly poor choice.
We waited 45 minutes for our pizza and then ordered two pots of coffee. Several years later, ONE pot of coffee turned up. We were in a hurry to get to a laundrette so we settled for one cup each. However, when the bill turned up, we saw that we had been charged for two pots anyway. When we complained to the waitress, she explained that we would have to pay for two pots because we had been given enough milk for two pots! It was quite difficult forming an argument against that.
We also noticed that we had been charged 18 shillings for each passion juice, instead of the 15 that was on the menu. They explained that 18 shillings was the special lunch-time price and the waitress piped up with a claim that we had ordered the passion juice before we had even seen the menu. This really pissed me off so I called her a liar quite aggressively.
There also seemed to be about 60 shillings added to the bill for good measure.
After a good deal of arguing we got the bill down to 194 shillings. We put down 200 and got 16 back. God they are so bloody thick.
The next little job was to find a laundrette to get our clothes washed. Not a simple task, it seemed. After inquiring at several dry-cleaners we found out that we actually had to get a bus to a place called Westlands to find a laundrette. We did just that, but were a little disheartened by the blank looks we got from Africans when we asked them for directions to the laundry. Eventually we found an Indian woman and were directed straight to the nearest place.
It took a while to get the washing done, but we occupied ourselves by writing letters in a café and walking around Westlands. It is quite a slick area—very prosperous-looking.
We got back in time to have our evening meal at the Uhuru Park Restaurant. More disappointment coming our way…
The beer was warm, and our rare steak turned out to be well-done. Mine even had a massive lump of gristle, just to make sure I didn't enjoy it. We didn't leave a tip.
We waited 45 minutes for our pizza and then ordered two pots of coffee. Several years later, ONE pot of coffee turned up. We were in a hurry to get to a laundrette so we settled for one cup each. However, when the bill turned up, we saw that we had been charged for two pots anyway. When we complained to the waitress, she explained that we would have to pay for two pots because we had been given enough milk for two pots! It was quite difficult forming an argument against that.
We also noticed that we had been charged 18 shillings for each passion juice, instead of the 15 that was on the menu. They explained that 18 shillings was the special lunch-time price and the waitress piped up with a claim that we had ordered the passion juice before we had even seen the menu. This really pissed me off so I called her a liar quite aggressively.
There also seemed to be about 60 shillings added to the bill for good measure.
After a good deal of arguing we got the bill down to 194 shillings. We put down 200 and got 16 back. God they are so bloody thick.
The next little job was to find a laundrette to get our clothes washed. Not a simple task, it seemed. After inquiring at several dry-cleaners we found out that we actually had to get a bus to a place called Westlands to find a laundrette. We did just that, but were a little disheartened by the blank looks we got from Africans when we asked them for directions to the laundry. Eventually we found an Indian woman and were directed straight to the nearest place.
It took a while to get the washing done, but we occupied ourselves by writing letters in a café and walking around Westlands. It is quite a slick area—very prosperous-looking.
We got back in time to have our evening meal at the Uhuru Park Restaurant. More disappointment coming our way…
The beer was warm, and our rare steak turned out to be well-done. Mine even had a massive lump of gristle, just to make sure I didn't enjoy it. We didn't leave a tip.
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