||[Feb. 9th, 2007|11:54 am]
Listen in, listen Ian!
eyekiller told meI ordered a pizza last night from Lupa, after |
that they're good from there. I ordered it at about eight, then at about
half past I got a text message telling me it was on the way. It didn't
arrive, so just after nine I called the restaurant to see where it was.
There was some initial confusion, and then when they found the order and
read it back to me the man said he's see what was going on and call me back
in a couple of minutes. He did, and said that he didn't know why I'd got
the message then, the order had only appeared on their screen at that point
and the man had left with the pizza just two minutes ago. It duly turned
up, and tasted suspiciously like a pizza that had been sitting on top of
the oven for forty minutes to me.
Yeah, I know, I should have called them back and complained but that would
have involved effort and possible confrontation. I'm doing the terribly
English thing of just not using them again.
While I'm on the subject, the Mongolian Barbeque in Covent Garden are