I went to the Fiddlers with my wife for an Anniversary meal. First impressions were good, with an informal interior and the promise of good, old-fashioned unfussy service, as our waitress casually handed us two menus, before showing us to a table.
Orders were taken and the wine lists (two, curiously) were brought on request. And then we waited. And we waited some more. Much more in fact. The place wasn’t particularly busy. Serving staff congregated at the bar on occasions, engaging in banter, to where my wife eventually proceeded to inform them of her order. She was greeted with certain indifference but the wine duly arrived.
The food was efficiently served and we were asked if it was OK, which it was. It was excellent. Plates were cleared and the desert menu supplied, this time by a different server. But again the waiting. And again the banter at the bar. Things were pretty quiet now but we had no further engagement from the staff. I got eye contact on two occasions with the server who brought the desert menus but her reaction was consistent with her believing or just discovering she was being stared at.
Eventually we approached the bar and asked for the bill. It was after 10.00 and activity inside suggested the place was being wound down for the night. We paid the exact amount on the bill and left. I don’t recall us ever doing that before. It’s a shame that such sterling work in the kitchen can be let down in this manner. Poor show.
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