Tonight it happened; the single event that prompted me to finally commit to two things. Firstly, to get this blog under way after much procrastination. Secondly, and with deep regret, to stop eating at my local pub and to drink there less often. This is despite the friendly personalities and huge efforts of the landlord and owners. I just don’t need to expose myself to the stress involved in eating and drinking there. I want to relax and enjoy myself, but it simply doesn’t happen.
The pub is a great building in the heart of the village and only two hundred metres from my home. It’s a character building and the landlord is a character too. A highly entertaining raconteur, he is eager to please each and every one of his guests. I say “guests” as I believe that is how he sees his customers. He’s a wonderful host who always says hello and always has a way to give you a laugh.
Recently, there’s been a financial injection into the business and it’s been tidied up considerably. New surfacing in the car park, new garden furniture, redecoration within, new signs, a revamped menu, fresh flowers etc,. All good so far, and I’ve been keen to demonstrate my support. My expectations have been raised...
This evening I popped in on the way home from visiting my children. I got a beer and ordered something simple – a freshly made burger. There were perhaps a dozen people in, mostly just drinking, but it was still early. There were two bar staff, hardly under pressure at this point. My burger arrived promptly and I took a table near the bar which had been vacant since I arrived 15 minutes earlier.
The table had on it two half full ashtrays and a couple of empty glasses. The member of staff who brought my burger made no attempt to remove them. If it had been important to her, she’d had plenty of time before I sat down – the table as I say had not been used since before I arrived. I can only assume she either didn’t notice or didn’t care. She asked if I wanted anything else. I requested mayo and/or ketchup. She said she’d bring both. When she returned she said they had no ketchup and placed a bowl of mayo on the table. She left again without removing the empty glasses or the used ashtrays. The mayo bowl had dry ketchup down the side and underneath it. The mayo was from yesterday – there was a dry lining of it around the inside rim of the bowl.
The landlord and his wife came in, presumably from his apartment above the pub. Shortly after that the financial investor entered too. Although they said hello, none of them appeared to notice the ashtrays or glasses. I moved one of the ashtrays on top of the other. This prompted a more experienced barman to come over and remove them and ask how the burger was. The burger was good, but that’s all I can say - the meal experience includes the quality of the food, the service, and the ambience to both relax and stimulate so that the event is an enjoyable as possible. Good food is great but it's not enough to keep customers returning.
As I went to pay my bill, I overheard the investor talking about his plans to help grow the business with more local advertising. I was tempted to say something, and indeed should have, but I didn’t say anything. I’ve expressed my views often before - as observation rather than complaint - but to no effect. This time I came home and began my blog. And I will vote with my wallet and my feet and go up the road to eat and drink instead.
I’m a great believer in supporting small local businesses, the retention of village life and all that goes with it. I am passionate about the return of real and local foods, quality of service and trading activities to rural areas, so this has been a tough decision. Fortunately there are three other pubs in the village and I know which one is now going to get my business.