This was the first of two shockingly horrible dining experiences of the day. To say we were disappointed would be an understatement, but I guess that's our own fault. We wanted to grab a quick bite for breakfast before heading to Waverly to catch our train to Belhaven. Having just downed two highly caffeinated beverages in the space of 40 minutes, I didn't feel like roaming around town trying to find something, so when we passed by The Square, it seemed perfect.
No. To start, the eat-in space is tiny, and none of the four people working there took the time to communicate with the customers. We entered the establishment at the same time as another couple, and we both kind of stood around for a second wondering what to do, until we all just decided to pick a table (there are only four, and they're squeezed super close together; I literally had to move the table we were trying to sit at in order to get in, to avoid disturbing the couple that was already seated).
We glanced at the menus on the table, and my husband went to place our orders. I wanted the breakfast meal with the eggs, smoked Scottish salmon and toast. My husband got to the counter to order, only to find that they didn't have salmon, smoked, Scottish or not. Put on the spot, I settled with the bacon. My husband ordered the French Toast meal.
They were out of the juice that I wanted (also listed on the menu) and didn't have another option that wasn't bottled, so we made do with tap water.
It took forEVER for our food to come out. We sat there, waiting for something to happen while the owner wandered the front room, talking on the phone and inexplicably propping the front door open. It was a bitingly cold and windy morning, and there was nobody coming in to make a delivery, so why he decided to leave the door open still confuses me. The couple sitting closest to the door had to ask him to close it, and he looked amazed that they'd request such a thing.
While we sat there waiting (and waiting, and waiting), we got a show of the owner's conversation. Apparently, he'd just taken over the restaurant, and some of the paperwork he'd inherited was in disarray. He sat down at one of the tables to have a long and loud conversation with a service provider, going into great detail about accounts, promises, money owed and expectations. It was super unprofessional.
Once our food (FINALLY) made it out to our table, I almost laughed out loud. We'd dropped almost £12 on THAT?! It was something I could have made at home. No, it was a sad imitation of something I could have made at home. There was no presentation, creativity or flavor to anything that was slapped onto my plate.
And my husband's meal? My goodness, it was an insult. The claimed he'd get brioche bread, but what he really got was plain old white sliced bread. It wasn't garnished with cinnamon or powdered sugar, and the two slices just lay on the plate looking pathetic.
The truly frustrating part was that the food wasn't even hot. It was barely even warm. For as long as it took to be served, I was expecting it to be piping hot and steaming away.
Really disappointing meal - the first in two weeks of travel - and even more disappointing that we got stuck with this whole experience for our anniversary breakfast.
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