The Queens Tavern

Queens

Saturday, September 12, 2009

THERE was a point during our hapless lunch at the Queens when we began to see the lighter side of the rapidly growing litany of disasters.

Each calamity was being documented for this review on a serviette – with space running out: “Two broken chairs; 40-minute wait before we get asked if we want a drink; helping ourselves to the bottle of St Hallet Grenache Shiraz on the bar, which was obviously there waiting to be delivered to our table; lipstick marks on the two glasses; most of the wine gone before we get the rubbery squid – deep-fried in very old oil; dirty dishes lingering on the table for half an hour; hand-cut chips – brilliant.” The list finishes with the final insult: “No toilet paper in the loo.” And hidden among the rantings are two little hand-drawn sad faces, there to illustrate the unfortunate diners at the table next to us. These people had come to the hotel in good faith, to celebrate completing the City to Surf. There was little joy on their glum faces as they waited – like us – for their meals to arrive. One and a half hours went by without a word from any staff member. Our wait was about ...

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