Postby Hollamumma » Mon Apr 18, 2016 6:32 am
I had a fascinating and somewhat shocking experience at Tamra last week. I'm writing not only because of what happened, but what happened after it. Long story short, I ordered porridge with apples. It came without apples. I asked for it to be made as it was described on the menu and sent it back. FWIW this was the second time in my life I'd sent a dish back to the kitchen. The first was in 2008, when I ordered pancakes that came raw and oozing. Again, FWIW, this is a problem that could have been fixed without fuss, without even blinking. That didn't happen. This is mainly because (in fact, only because) the server was incredibly rude. I won't go into details because it's not worth rehashing. We've all been on the receiving end of rudeness and we know it when we see it. FWIW I find this happens in London a lot -- rudeness, and then the rehashing of it. And the conversation always seems to come down to some minute reconstruction of events, like in bad documentaries, where people re-enact the bad encounter, like conspiracy theorists rehash the Kennedy assassination. "Then I did this. Then you did this." ...etc. Instead of pleading my case with someone who'd shown herself already to be unprofessional, I contacted Tamra's FB page with a complaint. And the most astonishing exchange ensued, so much so, that I figured I'd post it here for a sanity check. Here it is, quoted in full, as my correspondent, Robert MacFarlane, the owner of Tamra, requested. Curious to hear your thoughts.
Tamra: As a Pole Beata can come across as rather brusque to those of us from further west.... We have taken the time to explain to Beata that politesse in the UK might not be quite what she is used to, even though we know that she has been here long enough to know this well.
Me: I find your assumption that being from the East means automatically that this woman is uncultured, brusque and rude simply racist. For what it's worth, I would recommend that you (anonymously) visit the Deli Boutique on Webb's Road. The lady who run the restaurant is Polish also, which I know because we always chat pleasantly. She is by far the most efficient and most immaculately mannered and polite person I've come across in London, bar none.
Tamra: One comment I would have... is that the service industry is not quite the same in the UK and the US and in some cases that customer simply isn't "always right"... We are aware that there are an increasing number of North Americans arriving in Battersea and Wandsworth.
Me: I think the main difference between our two sides of the Atlantic is that we just don't pretend not to notice bad service. It's not subtle, and it's not even really supposed to be.
Tamra: Yes, I agree... Another difference is tipping, of course, but we are digressing.
Me: A server's only job is to take plates from the kitchen to the tables and back again. That's why I find it baffling to confront bad service. There is so little to it, besides just simple courtesy and being pleasant... You have a brilliant location, gorgeous windows, lots of light, a spectacular vantage point on Northcote Road, and a captive audience of hundreds of local mums... who, like me, do the school run twice a day and look for a good cup of coffee and/or a decent meal between pick up and drop-off. It has not escaped my attention that Brew -- just feet away -- has maybe half the floor space that Tamra has, and probably five times as many customers.
I would be fascinated to hear if anyone else has had a similar experience, and subsequently had to invoke geopolitics and the Cold War of all things simply to make sense of rubbish service, which is -- after all -- quite straightforward.