Thanks to Cam for today’s question!
Which cafe are you almost too scared to order from, for fear of the snarl you know you’ll get from the staff?
Maybe you know of a local cafe which happens to employ Satan himself as a barista.
Or is there a pub with staff that are so hilariously, unfailingly rude that it’s actually become part of the attraction of going there?
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The Cicketers
Without question, the home of the Sandwich Nazi herself: Malibu in Surry Hills.
- ” I don’t have the patience to make that [sandwich] for you “
Pho Pasteur, George St in Haymarket. Surly bastard eyes you with suspicion and derision, before pointing at a table and yelling at you for not ordering quickly enough. Food fucking rawks though.
The barista at Cafe Ish, Albion St, Surry Hills. Surly surly and takes 10 minutes to make the perfect coffee.
yes but it was “the perfect coffee”
Faheem Fast Food in Enmore.. AMAZING Pakistani/Indian food.. but the surliest staff ever! It’s worth the death stares though!
Definitely Ms. G’s – the waiters are nice but the maitre d’ told my guests and I to eat faster as VIPs wanted to use our table. We were halfway through our main course. Never experienced anything like it.
I once saw a waiter pull a knife on a customer in the old ‘Hole in the Wall’ spaghetti and schnitzel place, also called ‘Sly’s’ I think, which years ago operated illegally out of a terrace house on the corner of Francis & Riley Streets in East Sydney.
The customer in question was a Canadian tourist who made the mistake of asking if he could have some butter with his bread.
Interesting establishment. Just don’t make ‘em like that any more.
There used to be a terrific Hungarian place in Katoomba staffed almost exclusively by doddering nonagenarians who would shuffle up to your table and plonk down bowls of dreary, tepid goulash and plates of flaccid vegetables mixed in with shreds of meat.
A startling design feature of restaurant decor was an array of coloured down-lights which flood-lit the tables in totally un-natural colours, turning meat purple, carrots black and mashed potatoes green, amongst other things.
The maitre d’ used to harangue everyone in Magyar at the top of his voice, and throw objects.
I nearly cried when it finally closed its doors.
The ‘hole in the wall’ cafe in the middle of the ground floor of the QVB. Toxic barista.. coffee not worth the weirdness.