Okay, before I launch into this (cos it is pretty lengthy), I'd like to introduce myself - my name is Charlotte, I'm 24 and I live in the north-east of England, with my fiancé and my dog (a black pug called Fonzy).
Right then, to explain the situation I am in now, first I better explain how I got here:
My Dad (Phil) was the manager of a small hotel/inn not far from where I live, up until the brewery decided to put new leaseholders in there from 06.04.09. In August 2008, I had booked my wedding there for 04.07.09 and had been planning things with my Dad since then (the place has a license to hold civil ceremonies, so we decided to have everything there). As he no longer manages the hotel/inn, and my wedding is only nine weeks away, it falls under the new management.
Yesterday, myself, my fiancé and 5 members of his family went there for a meal. This was partly so that the family could see where the wedding was going to be and have a look around prior to the wedding and also so that we could arrange a future appointment to go through our wedding plans with the new management. Primarily, we wanted to go out for a meal together, as some of the family members live in South Shields, and we are in East Yorkshire, and we could have a nice day out together.
What follows is my account of the day (which I was advised to type up while it was still fresh in my mind by a legal advisor). I shall point out now, as it may cause confusion later, that my fiancé has a condition known as diastrophic dwarfism and as a result he is of short stature (3ft 8in).
Table was booked for 12:30.
We took our seats and once we had established who wanted what, placed our order at the bar.
We waited at least 60 minutes before the 4 starters arrived. During this course, the two diners having soup remarked to the other diners that it was almost cold. By this point, the bar was quite busy (which had been demonstrated by the fact I had queued for approximately 10 minutes just to order the food initially), and there were only ever a maximum of two staff members behind the bar, and only one waitress that I had seen on service. There were other diners in the bar and conservatory who had ordered after us and were served with their food before us.
During this course, the waitress did not check on us to see if everything was okay. The waitress cleared our plates away without comment once we had finished.
Once our plates had been cleared and after waiting a considerable amount of time, Richard went to the toilet and then joined me outside for a cigarette. During this time, Richard told me that one of the toilet cubicles seemed to have not been cleaned that day, that there was soggy toilet paper on the floor and a dried on vomit (?) stain on the toilet seat. Once we had finished our cigarettes we returned inside the building at which point Richard mentioned his concerns regarding the toilet to Lisa, the manageress. Lisa said that she would go and check it out and clean up as necessary. She thanked Richard for letting her know.
From the starters being cleared away, we waited a further 45 minutes for the main courses to arrive, which we did not consider to be an acceptable amount of time to wait, especially bearing in mind that Roger has Downs Syndrome and gets very impatient whilst waiting for food, and also that the kitchen were serving a limited menu on this particular day.
When the main courses arrived, the Dijon sauce served over the chicken was cold – this was clearly visible to the other diners as the sauce itself had a 'skin' on it, and the chicken itself was lukewarm. Daphne actually did not eat parts of her chicken breast as they were still uncooked. Some of the diners also felt that the vegetables were not hot enough. As some of our party had not had starters, they were very hungry by this point and ate what they could of the meal, as the waitress was not available to us to voice our opinions to. I would like to add, that I personally quite enjoyed my Roast Beef Dinner, but I did not personally sample all the vegetables served to our table. It was the Chicken dish in particular, that was not of the expected standard.
During this course we were not checked upon by the waitress. Once we had finished the main meal, we sat with our empty plates in front of us for at least 20 minutes, during which time we actually stacked our plates up and placed them at the end of the table, whilst I went to the bar to attempt to order the sweets. After queuing for 10 minutes, I overheard a staff member tell another diner that they had run out of Apple Crumble. As one of our party had requested I order this for her, I returned to our table to ask what she would like instead. When I returned to the table, our dinner plates were still there. I returned to the bar to order our sweets, and queued for another 15 minutes to inform one of the two members of staff behind the bar what we wanted to order.
During this time, our table was partially cleared by the waitress on service, and this was the first occasion that she asked if everything had been to our satisfaction. When asked this, Kenneth told the waitress that his food had been cold and that he was not happy. The waitress said she would inform the management and left us.
When I returned to the table after having ordered the sweets at the bar, Richard and I went for another cigarette and Richard also went to the toilet again. This time, the toilet paper on the floor had been cleaned up, but there was still a dried on stain on the seat and toilet paper stuck to the toilet bowl underneath the hinged area of the seat.
On the way back to the table, Richard asked at the bar if he could speak with Lisa again. The other bar-person asked him to take a seat and said Lisa would be with him as soon as possible. Lisa then proceeded to walk past Richard at least three times before verbally addressing him, although it was clear she knew he was there as she had looked at him several times whilst walking past.
Richard told Lisa that some of the party had felt their food was cold, and at best lukewarm in some cases. Lisa said, that “if we didn't like it, we should have sent it back.” Richard told her that we had been waiting long enough for the food already without sending it back to have it remade, to which Lisa replied, “Well, we are busy.” Richard asked her if she thought it was acceptable to send out cold food from a restaurant kitchen and whether she would be happy were she in the same situation. Lisa replied, “Yes, because I could always send it back”
Richard then said he was concerned about the service due to our wedding being booked there on 4th July 2009 (just nine weeks away). Once Lisa heard the date, she said, “Oh, so you're Phil's family, are you?” Richard said, “Well yes, but that's irrelevant. We just wanted to voice our concerns about the quality of the food and the service prior to our wedding.” Lisa then told Richard to stop shouting at her, when in fact he was not shouting and she was stood over him, being very confrontational. Richard asked again if she thought the service and cold food we had received that day had been acceptable and she said “Yes, it's better cold than burning your mouth off.” Richard then walked away from her and returned to the table.
When Rich returned to our table, the sweets had not arrived and some of our dinner plates were still uncleared. We had also not been asked if we wanted any coffees, so I went to the bar to order them.
While I was queuing at the bar, the member of staff who I had placed the sweet order with went over to our table to double check the sweet order. Seeing this, I returned to our table and told her again what it was we wanted, and also asked if we could have 3 coffees. After about 10 minutes we received the sweets and only one coffee.
At this point Lisa's husband, Stuart, came over to our table and said that if we weren't happy, they would refund our wedding deposit. Rich said, “Hang on, the wedding has nothing to do with it, the meal is what we're not happy with, so the least you could do is refund us for the meal.” Stuart said, “No, we'll refund the wedding”, and walked back to the bar.
I went to the bar to try to clarify the situation and asked Stuart, “So are you telling me that we can't get married here in nine weeks time?” Stuart asked me to take a seat and once he was free, Stuart, Richard & I went into the function room to discuss the matter.
I asked Stuart again - “Are you saying we can't get married here?”
Stuart replied: “Yes, I am - we'll refund your deposit.”
At this point Lisa entered the room and told us: “You've only come here today to cause trouble because you're related to Phil. I don't need people like you telling me that the toilets aren't clean.
Rich asked, “Well would you have sat on that toilet?”
Lisa said, “You should have seen the state of the flat when we got here. We've spent £3500 getting it sorted and £1300 having the kitchen deep-cleaned, all because of the state it was left in by Phil. Did you ever see the flat?”
Rich said, “No I've never been up there, but what reason would I have to go up there? And besides, the state of the flat and the kitchen aren't any of our business or relevant to this matter.”
Lisa then turned to Stuart and told him to write us a cheque, as she didn't want our wedding in their pub. They both then left the room and Rich & I returned to our table and told the rest of the family what had happened.
I started to cry at this point and not wanting to cause a scene in the bar, went back through to the empty function room to be alone. Rich's mother, Daphne, followed me, and said she would try and have a word with them to see if we could sort things out.
Right then, to explain the situation I am in now, first I better explain how I got here:
My Dad (Phil) was the manager of a small hotel/inn not far from where I live, up until the brewery decided to put new leaseholders in there from 06.04.09. In August 2008, I had booked my wedding there for 04.07.09 and had been planning things with my Dad since then (the place has a license to hold civil ceremonies, so we decided to have everything there). As he no longer manages the hotel/inn, and my wedding is only nine weeks away, it falls under the new management.
Yesterday, myself, my fiancé and 5 members of his family went there for a meal. This was partly so that the family could see where the wedding was going to be and have a look around prior to the wedding and also so that we could arrange a future appointment to go through our wedding plans with the new management. Primarily, we wanted to go out for a meal together, as some of the family members live in South Shields, and we are in East Yorkshire, and we could have a nice day out together.
What follows is my account of the day (which I was advised to type up while it was still fresh in my mind by a legal advisor). I shall point out now, as it may cause confusion later, that my fiancé has a condition known as diastrophic dwarfism and as a result he is of short stature (3ft 8in).
Table was booked for 12:30.
We took our seats and once we had established who wanted what, placed our order at the bar.
We waited at least 60 minutes before the 4 starters arrived. During this course, the two diners having soup remarked to the other diners that it was almost cold. By this point, the bar was quite busy (which had been demonstrated by the fact I had queued for approximately 10 minutes just to order the food initially), and there were only ever a maximum of two staff members behind the bar, and only one waitress that I had seen on service. There were other diners in the bar and conservatory who had ordered after us and were served with their food before us.
During this course, the waitress did not check on us to see if everything was okay. The waitress cleared our plates away without comment once we had finished.
Once our plates had been cleared and after waiting a considerable amount of time, Richard went to the toilet and then joined me outside for a cigarette. During this time, Richard told me that one of the toilet cubicles seemed to have not been cleaned that day, that there was soggy toilet paper on the floor and a dried on vomit (?) stain on the toilet seat. Once we had finished our cigarettes we returned inside the building at which point Richard mentioned his concerns regarding the toilet to Lisa, the manageress. Lisa said that she would go and check it out and clean up as necessary. She thanked Richard for letting her know.
From the starters being cleared away, we waited a further 45 minutes for the main courses to arrive, which we did not consider to be an acceptable amount of time to wait, especially bearing in mind that Roger has Downs Syndrome and gets very impatient whilst waiting for food, and also that the kitchen were serving a limited menu on this particular day.
When the main courses arrived, the Dijon sauce served over the chicken was cold – this was clearly visible to the other diners as the sauce itself had a 'skin' on it, and the chicken itself was lukewarm. Daphne actually did not eat parts of her chicken breast as they were still uncooked. Some of the diners also felt that the vegetables were not hot enough. As some of our party had not had starters, they were very hungry by this point and ate what they could of the meal, as the waitress was not available to us to voice our opinions to. I would like to add, that I personally quite enjoyed my Roast Beef Dinner, but I did not personally sample all the vegetables served to our table. It was the Chicken dish in particular, that was not of the expected standard.
During this course we were not checked upon by the waitress. Once we had finished the main meal, we sat with our empty plates in front of us for at least 20 minutes, during which time we actually stacked our plates up and placed them at the end of the table, whilst I went to the bar to attempt to order the sweets. After queuing for 10 minutes, I overheard a staff member tell another diner that they had run out of Apple Crumble. As one of our party had requested I order this for her, I returned to our table to ask what she would like instead. When I returned to the table, our dinner plates were still there. I returned to the bar to order our sweets, and queued for another 15 minutes to inform one of the two members of staff behind the bar what we wanted to order.
During this time, our table was partially cleared by the waitress on service, and this was the first occasion that she asked if everything had been to our satisfaction. When asked this, Kenneth told the waitress that his food had been cold and that he was not happy. The waitress said she would inform the management and left us.
When I returned to the table after having ordered the sweets at the bar, Richard and I went for another cigarette and Richard also went to the toilet again. This time, the toilet paper on the floor had been cleaned up, but there was still a dried on stain on the seat and toilet paper stuck to the toilet bowl underneath the hinged area of the seat.
On the way back to the table, Richard asked at the bar if he could speak with Lisa again. The other bar-person asked him to take a seat and said Lisa would be with him as soon as possible. Lisa then proceeded to walk past Richard at least three times before verbally addressing him, although it was clear she knew he was there as she had looked at him several times whilst walking past.
Richard told Lisa that some of the party had felt their food was cold, and at best lukewarm in some cases. Lisa said, that “if we didn't like it, we should have sent it back.” Richard told her that we had been waiting long enough for the food already without sending it back to have it remade, to which Lisa replied, “Well, we are busy.” Richard asked her if she thought it was acceptable to send out cold food from a restaurant kitchen and whether she would be happy were she in the same situation. Lisa replied, “Yes, because I could always send it back”
Richard then said he was concerned about the service due to our wedding being booked there on 4th July 2009 (just nine weeks away). Once Lisa heard the date, she said, “Oh, so you're Phil's family, are you?” Richard said, “Well yes, but that's irrelevant. We just wanted to voice our concerns about the quality of the food and the service prior to our wedding.” Lisa then told Richard to stop shouting at her, when in fact he was not shouting and she was stood over him, being very confrontational. Richard asked again if she thought the service and cold food we had received that day had been acceptable and she said “Yes, it's better cold than burning your mouth off.” Richard then walked away from her and returned to the table.
When Rich returned to our table, the sweets had not arrived and some of our dinner plates were still uncleared. We had also not been asked if we wanted any coffees, so I went to the bar to order them.
While I was queuing at the bar, the member of staff who I had placed the sweet order with went over to our table to double check the sweet order. Seeing this, I returned to our table and told her again what it was we wanted, and also asked if we could have 3 coffees. After about 10 minutes we received the sweets and only one coffee.
At this point Lisa's husband, Stuart, came over to our table and said that if we weren't happy, they would refund our wedding deposit. Rich said, “Hang on, the wedding has nothing to do with it, the meal is what we're not happy with, so the least you could do is refund us for the meal.” Stuart said, “No, we'll refund the wedding”, and walked back to the bar.
I went to the bar to try to clarify the situation and asked Stuart, “So are you telling me that we can't get married here in nine weeks time?” Stuart asked me to take a seat and once he was free, Stuart, Richard & I went into the function room to discuss the matter.
I asked Stuart again - “Are you saying we can't get married here?”
Stuart replied: “Yes, I am - we'll refund your deposit.”
At this point Lisa entered the room and told us: “You've only come here today to cause trouble because you're related to Phil. I don't need people like you telling me that the toilets aren't clean.
Rich asked, “Well would you have sat on that toilet?”
Lisa said, “You should have seen the state of the flat when we got here. We've spent £3500 getting it sorted and £1300 having the kitchen deep-cleaned, all because of the state it was left in by Phil. Did you ever see the flat?”
Rich said, “No I've never been up there, but what reason would I have to go up there? And besides, the state of the flat and the kitchen aren't any of our business or relevant to this matter.”
Lisa then turned to Stuart and told him to write us a cheque, as she didn't want our wedding in their pub. They both then left the room and Rich & I returned to our table and told the rest of the family what had happened.
I started to cry at this point and not wanting to cause a scene in the bar, went back through to the empty function room to be alone. Rich's mother, Daphne, followed me, and said she would try and have a word with them to see if we could sort things out.
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