Posted by sean on February 1, 2009 at 11:14 pm in Ventures Outside Of Bath with No Comments

We went to Chiquito this evening. I’ve been to this restaurant a number of times before and have always been impressed – not tonight!

It appeared there were only 3 people running the whole restaurant and 1 chef in the open plan kitchen. No surprises that we were made to wait almost an hour for a table and then another long spell for our food once we finally were seated.

While waiting for our food, we were entertained by a furious female customer. She was as wide as she was tall, and she was very, very tall. She was mad about the massive delay after booking a table for her son’s 18th birthday.“You only get one 18th birthday!” she correctly informed the waiter.

When my food finally arrived, I was not impressed at all. It was cooked, but tasted like it had been left out all afternoon – very cold and dry. I told the manager, who I think was Gus Poyet’s brother, who ran off to the kitchen to fetch a replacement.

The substitute was steaming hot – great for me. Pity for the poor sod it was about to be served to (who Gus informed me would “have to wait”). It was like an episode of Fawlty Towers – a total farce.

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