I'm a sucker for a good crepe. Ever since I stuck my first pancake to the ceiling of my mam's kitchen, I've been in thrall to anything that's really thin and made from eggs, flour and milk.
And so the prospect of a French buckwheat galete - a fancy word for a crepe (itself merely a fancy word for a pancake) - had me drooling on my shoes the second I laid eyes on Mojo's, a funky looking little bakery/creperie on what passes for Rhosneigr's main thoroughfare.
A look at the menu only served to make the salivations greater. Smoked salmon, spuds, cream sauce and spinach? Hell to the yeah!
Sadly, we were *still* looking forlornly at the menu 20 minutes later. Without acknowledgement of our existence, much less a drink. With 2 hungry kids clamouring for sustenance and our frantic waving apparently not enough to catch the attention of any one of the approximately 33 waiting staff's eye we eventually decided to leave. Whereupon we were finally noticed. Much too late.
This is a tiny place, with perhaps a dozen tables and at least 5 waiting staff (I exaggerated earlier!) so there was really no excuse. I suspect the youthfulness of the waiters - none of whom looked older than 8 - and the lack of someone experienced in charge was to blame.
As we left, the people opposite asked for a menu as they too had been there for a good amount of time without attention, so clearly we weren't alone.
Anyway, I can't say anything more fair or accurate than fantastically promising looking menu wrecked by an exceptionally poor customer service experience. Fiddlesticks. read more