Spending the second weekend quite calm and mainly with one person was another great idea I had. Since the weather is a little undecided and changes from supercold to spring to windy to status “messing my hair up”, I chose to wear some casual stuff once again. This pink splash in the middle of my black phase perfectly matched to my bag, which I haven’t worn in forever (at least it felt like this when I discovered a receipt of my camera I bought last summer in it).
As we were wandering around (after spending lunch at Plum Valley again – once I like something I’m probably the most loyal customer you can find), we spent some time at Trafalgar Square (how I love letting out the tourist in myself) before we experienced some really bad service at Harvey Nichols’ 5th floor cafe. I usually never go there (except for my YO!sushis) but since they have that nice terrace with a small but quite lovely view, we gave it a try. And failed. Something I absolutely hate about some parts of London’s gastronomy? The arrogance of some staff. How is it possible to treat us, the people being served and obviously leaving a fair amount of money, in a way which is simply unacceptable?! I’ve been waiting for my (delicious) cocktail for like 30 minutes without complaining but as I was sitting there and seeing that nothing is really going on besides the growth of my thirst, I was THAT close to speak some clearer words (DUH! dangerous!). It was not only the fact that we were waiting… it was also the way ignorance and arrogance accomplished our very kind way of reminding that we’ve been ordering something a while ago. Luckily (for them), the calmer part of myself (being the person on my side) did so and OH WONDER cocktails and the rest arrived within two ridiculous minutes with a huge Sorry. Here we go. Yeah, me too. Yeah, as if kissing up to us for the rest of the stay would have helped. I’m completely fine with the extra service charge as I think it’s absolutely fair to leave a decent amount of money to the service you experience but the moment I see how staff changes from super nice to ignoring us little kids (because that’s what we obviously are) to super super super nice the second you remind them of their job is kind of frustrating. I have a deep respect for this kind of job as it brings a lot of power, concentration and kindness (!) with it but it’s somehow interesting how they forget about the fact WHERE they work and WHAT they are required to do once they figure out that you might be just a dumb little tourist… or a little kid who took some money out of daddy’s pocket (and none of these two descriptions are actually appropriate to you).
Anyways. As we finished up, we quickly left and I was promising to myself never to return to this place again (except for a cigarette after having some sushis at YO!sushi – good sushis, fair price, good service).
Having left out this little thought about service and how some considered nice places can turn out to be a total mess, I had a lovely day and I’m honestly happy that I’m surrounded by people who remind me that freaking out might not be the best way to get what you want. Keep calm & drink a cocktail. It might help! ;)
Leather jacket: Hallhuber
Pullover: Ralph Lauren
Polo shirt: Lacoste
Trousers: Zara
Bangle: Hermès
Earrings: Bulgari
Bag: Louis Vuitton
Shoes: Zara
