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| - Firstly, I want to apologize to my readers about my extended absence. I'm afraid I was away from communication due to my vacation and subsequent imprisonment. It was all to do with a misunderstanding between myself and a young lady, who happened to be the preferred 'woman of the night' of the captain of the merchant ship on which I had booked passage to The Gambia. A simple vacation turned into a ghastly experience--my saving grace was the little mute cabin boy who bailed me out of that African gaol with no more than a wink and a quart of whiskey. Thank the Queen of England that that unpleasantness was over with!
Getting on with the review; I dined at Loire the other night. Now, I don't expect every single dining experience to mirror the service I received during my time in the east; the Oberon, the Taj, the Orient, all designed to make one feel as an honoured guest, with one servant to fill the water, one to take the order, one to push in my chair and one to fetch me a selection of fine cigars from around the world. Service to me is a boy offering to get me a taxi, make reservations, having an enemy 'taken care of'. But alas, those days have passed us by. The fellows at Loire have taken that one step further! During my luncheon there we were amazed at the business of the room and the lack of servers. One waiter for the whole bloody room? The owner sweately opening bottles of wine for disgruntled suits? What has dining come to?
But we must be forgiving, I always say, perhaps this is their first restaurant, perhaps they are french, so we went again.
This time for dinner, it was, if anything, worse. On a Wednesday night a full room was being served by the same two, and while professional, (and the food quite good) we felt that the servers wanted nothing more than to move on to the next table. Never before have I had to pour my own water and wine! An Outrage I say! I tried to remind them who I was, but astoundingly they had never heard the moniker "Horace B. Mayweather" and proceeded to scoff. Yes. Scoff.
So, friends, please find a restaurant which cares about its service (see my other reviews for examples) and give this one a wide berth.
I am off to take the orient express (or what is left of it) to Tehran which, I understand is no longer under British control, for a relaxing holiday. I am just waiting on my rail confirmations and a letter from my doctor attesting to my alcoholism and therefore allowing me to drink in this 'dry' country.
Cheerio!
HM
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