CAFE MACAW - THE ENTRANCE NSW

I have seen this cafe many times in The Entrance, it is always full to bursting, so we thought that would indicate that the food and service must be tip top, right?

At first glance it was all that and more, we were greeted by a friendly face and seated at the table, they had a great selection of breakfasts and we proceeded to order.

Mine was pretty simple, BLAT and a juice.

My compadre (Besty) chose to have the Haloumi Stack with vegetables, like most people she had a few items she didn't want on the plate because she doesn't eat them. preparing you for the story ahead, let us just say that the tomato was our downfall here.

Compadre asked for no tomato to be put on the plate. She generally comes across as a bit rude so there was no question that the bloody tomato should be turfed and not brought to the table.

I also need to prepare you for one of my life rules. You do NOT, I repeat, do NOT EVER put lemon juice in avocado to preserve its colour. Surely I am not the only person in the world who detests this practice?

I don't get it, it's dumb, it wrecks the taste of the avocado and it's just DUMB, it's uneccesary too. Here is a piece of advice for you, the turnover of your customers, seems quite good. There is absolutely no reason for you to need to put lemon in your avocado. You should be using it quite rapidly. Just keep the seed in it and you are flipping set. Why are you running a food business when you don't know this? Maybe one day a person will be allergic to lemons and order your 'Avocado' and then what? You don't adulterate food with other foodstuffs, and NOT tell your customers you are doing that.

Oh, if you haven't guessed, my BLAT was actually a BLAT and Lemon juice Turkish bread. Put that on the menu next time jerks, I'm sick of wasting my money buying food, thinking it's going to be one thing then it's something else.

Our next mistake was coming up, Compadre had her food delivered to the table, instantly spying the tomato on the plate that was clearly asked to be removed, she sais to the waitress "I asked for no tomato"

The reply was when we knew that we had entered another "Blacklisted in the future" cafe.

She looked compadre in the eye and said 'What, do you want me to take it back to the kitchen and take it off the plate?"

This was accompanied with a look that clearly said "Just move the tomato you stupid woman!!! Who cares if I got it wrong, Just stop being so fussy, god, seriously, I do not work here to put up with these cows"

It was a very long look, it definitely could of been saying all of that.

Compadre said most sternly "Yes"

I think this is where she wrecked it for us, that's when all the waitresses seemed to collectively become one and treat us like crap.

I'm pretty sure they overheard us talking about the lemony avocado and they did not like it. The compadre dared to question their hearing abilities regarding the tomato, and we were quickly Cafe Macaw enemy number one.

We tried to finish our meals in silence and not irritate the possibly homicidal waitresses anymore.

Unfortunately, compadres eggs seemed to be snotty, an event that had me dry retching and her picking bits of snot out to try and get some eggy goodness into her. She felt the need to tell the waitress, this is about when I decided we should leave soon.

Sadly I had been so wrapped up in my own iritation at the lemony avocado, I had failed to notice the rage bubbling up in compadre and when she said "lets pay" I just blindly followed her.

I should of run out the door.

In what she describs as 'fitting for the circumstances' she pulled out some of those plastic money bags the bank gives you for your twwenty cent peices. Oh, they had money in them too. About $60 worth of small change.

At this stage I hovered in the background because lets face it, my anger was slightly less than hers, and I didn't want to be part of what I knew would happen next.

Compadre proceeded to pay the girl with $44 in loose change, so I'm pretty sure the waitresses lost it by then because they were openly hostile, the gentlemen in line to pay behind us almost had a coronary when the waitress had counted the money and compadre decided she had counted it wrong.

The gentlmen behind us threw money on the counter to make up the difference for us, threw out some swear words under his breath and walked out the door. What a lovely guy!

So we come to the end of our adventure at Cafe Macaw, it had to go on the blacklist I am afraid. I just cannot fathom paying them anymore of my hard earned money if that is the experience I am going to have.