Isola Vulcano, Aeolian Islands
Are you sure you asked for pizza? |
We thought
we’d found the perfect spot to celebrate another of the Ancient Mariner’s
(many) birthdays. The setting was right
– on the water’s edge, with a little dinghy dock. Bruce took us to the door, almost. The place was busy and the food looked
good. Little did we know we were in for a
“Faulty Towers does Sicily” experience.
The harbour looked so inviting! |
We were slow
to be seated, hardly surprising given the restaurant’s popularity. However, even then, things started to go
awry. Our table, in a prime spot
overlooking the water, had apparently been reserved and we had to move. The Cap’n grumbled. A grovelling maître-d found us another table –
down in the take-away pizza area but none-the-less with a water view. And then we waited, and waited and waited.
To
compensate for this neglect we were suddenly surrounded by imperious waiters,
offered discounts on our meal (we hadn’t even ordered yet!) and proffered plates of
appetisers as tempting “typical Sicilian starters” to keep the boiling Cap’n
happy. We weren’t offered a menu but
rather told what we were to eat. This charade
had something to do with translating Italian to English (we think). The Cap’n steamed. Finally, out of the chaos, our order was
settled and we asked for a glass of wine.
Then we waited.
The appetiser and entrée arrived at the same time, plonked on the table. Eventually, our mains arrived, first separately, then finally together (after waiting) but when the Cap’n asked for another glass of wine – we waited again. Giving up, we called for the bill. It arrived with promptness not previously experienced. We paid up and left. They could wait for a tip….
We suspect a
waiter is still running round tables trying to find who ordered that glass of
wine.
And there's even a free beach here too! But only the worst & hardest area to access... |
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