It's not often that we have the opportunity to have a lazy Sunday afternoon with no fear of impending work on a Monday. So when the occasion arose it seemed sensible to have a long walk to the town centre, allow the current Mrs Preigo the usual shopping trawl, and then head for some afternoon delight. Zizzi has always been a bit hit and miss but rarely has the slap in the face feeling of why did we come here. Unfortunately this was a slap in the face day. Having just overtaken an obvious table of five to the front door, I thought we had the edge to get our order in before the delay of the crowd order made our hunger grow ever more. The first warning sign was then evident as we waited for our hosts to make us welcome, and show us to an appointed table. It seemed that the priority was to finish their conversation as they sent a piercing glare towards us that we were an unwelcome interruption. Ourselves and the crowd behind us only increased the restaurant numbers to over a dozen, so the two front of house and two back of house should have been able to cope without too much stress. Orders were placed and warning sign two was highlighted by the current Mrs Preigo. Having ordered only a sharing platter and garlic bread as starters, then two salads, one would not think things could go wrong. The current Mrs Preigo was the first to comment "I think the waitress stopped writing before you finished ordering and did not add the chicken to your salad, I'll go and check". Thanks to her quick witted action the matter seemed to be corrected. Then it all went downhill.
Cutting to the chase, we then waited for well over an hour for the first course to arrive. Remember it was a platter and garlic bread? What arrived was a platter, very nice as it was, it was not with a garlic bread. Apologies were given that the order was not put through correctly. Starters away we waited the mains. Mine came with the chicken but unfortunately the current Mrs Preigo's salad, which was described as including: avacado, cheese and tomato arrived without any avacado, cheese or tomato. Basically salad leafs and an overload of dressing. Having then been seated for over two and a bit hours, the leafs were duly eaten with relish (not actual relish as none was available), everything was edible (apart from the hair I found on my dish). Fortunately it was a lazy Sunday and everything was taken in good heart and we enjoyed our own company, watching the world around us. The world of which included customers dashing out of the restaurant to either negotiate with the traffic wardens or buy additional parking tickets to allow extended stay. It seemed to be a bumper opportunity for the wardens as many a ticket was evident on exit. My parting memory was the number of tip trays lying on the vacated customer tables, only one of which had coins in. Two solitary coins totalling 30 pence were evident and my first thought was that it seemed exceedingly generous.
I don't think we will be returning here for a very long time, if ever again.