Hello, I Must Be Going

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I went out for drinks with a friend in Edinburgh last night. We decided to go to Indigo Yard, which is in Edinburgh's West End. I haven't been there for about six or seven years (possibly 10. Good God) but I have fond memories of it from then, and I'm also going there for an office night out on Thursday, so I thought I'd check it out.

We arrived, found a table, got comfortable and started to chat. I can chat for Scotland, and Wendy is not the most taciturn person herself, so it was about 10 minutes before we realised that we hadn't been given menus, or asked if we wanted drinks. I spent about 5 minutes trying to catch a waiters eye. Then I went to the bar, which was empty, and spent another five minutes waiting to be approached.

I went back to the table, looked around for a waiter. Nope. So we left and went next door to Zizzi's, who provided a very nice Italian meal, with excellent service.

So my warm memories of Indigo Yard have been cancelled, and I'm not looking forward to going there on Thursday. If there was a bit more time, I'd try to pull our business from them on Thursday, and I'll certainly veto any more company spend there.

I think I'm getting a bit less tolerant as I get older...

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[mhaithaca.livejournal.com]

This story doesn't suggest a lack of tolerance. It suggests a startling lack of service! Unless you somehow failed to notice they were closed for the night, let yourself into the dark building, and were alone for your entire visit...