On a cold October evening we came across this restaurant which was warm and looked welcoming. We didn’t have a reservation and were told by the waitress that they were fully booked, very busy, but that we could eat in the bar area where there was a fireplace. Sounded great. We were served promptly by an American who gave the impression he was passing through on a backpacking tour – tell you why in a moment. Anyway, he took our orders – we both ordered linguini with prawns. Having lived in Aussie now for many years, but Cantabrian born and bred, we asked where the prawns were sourced from. The waiter looked perplexed for a few seconds, then the penny dropped and he pronounced a name of a place that I had never heard of. Luckily, I have a degree in Languages and Applied Linguistics, and deciphered this mysterious word to mean ‘Akaroa’. “Fiddlesticks!” I thought to myself, seeing a similar reaction from my husband, having never heard of a prawn coming from Akaroa. The food came. It was the worst meal we’ve ever had. Questionable ‘linguini’, more like spaghetti, canned tomatoes and four tiny curled up tasteless ‘prawns’ – I actually felt sorry for them. We asked for some parmesan to go with it and again got a blank stare from the waiter who returned with some in a plastic black cup thingy. The meal was totally tasteless and we were going to send it back, but were too hungry, so just left most of it and bought fast food on the way back. BTW – the place was nowhere near full – lots of empty tables, so it wasn’t booked out – now I know why.
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