Crushed Expectations

You may think I’m being dramatic, over analysing, or just plain fussy but I kid you not, my expectations when it comes to a restaurant, bar or when eating out is ALWAYS crushed should I visit an establishment more then three times, or order the same dish more then once!

Don’t get me wrong this hasn’t only happened to me when it comes to food. Only 5 weeks ago my world came crushing down around me when a hairdresser, I thought had done an amazing job on my hair 6 weeks previously, proceeded to hack away at my hair and obviously was more focused on me saying I was “thinking” about having it cut off for summer, then remembering that she was “thinning” my hair, not leaving my head practically bald in spots and me devastated.

But back to my food conundrum, so last week, on our regular Friday Work Lunch, we decided to head to The Wharf Bar in Honeysuckle, NSW. Secretly inside I was exploding with excitement! The last time we had been there I was attempting a low fat diet and had a grilled chicken burger and no bun. What I secretly longed for though, was the most amazing Reef and Beef pizza with a thick, salty, zesty aioli swirl on top. *dribbles* So on Friday, when I got told this was where we were heading, I knew I didn’t even need to glance at the menu. I was having that pizza. I ordered a beer which by all means was lovely and cold. We all ordered our food and I sat back in anticipation for this beautiful reef and beef pizza (another way of saying Surf and Turf) We were being updated by Kate and Victoria about their separate journeys into buying houses when our food was finally delivered.

Talk about crushed expectations. Although I did not take a photo of my disappointing, flavour lacking pizza, I’m sure the below pictures can relay my disappointment. The first picture portrays the most amazing, flavour filled pizza, carefully constructed to be able to attack each and every taste bud I own, and the second pizza is that pure stingy felt, heart lacking, non-picturesque pizza that was actually delivered.

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Why is it that you can go and try a new cafe, bar, restaurant out and have THE most amazing experience there and then you get all geared up to go back  only to be disappointed with the lack of service, the quality of food or just the general place itself?

Above has been a long running trend for my husband and I. When I knew my mum was coming to visit from the UK, we searched for the best breakfast place in town that would offer the most extensive Gluten and Dairy free options around. We did and we went there three times before my mum eventually got to us, only to take her there and wait for over 50 minutes to get our breakfasts! Disaster, one because I was embarrassed at how much I had “bigged” this restaurant up and two because I turn nasty when I’m hungry and especially hungover!

Even friends of ours, Daisy and Christian, had raved about a local breakfast place that was close to us and that we had to try out. Again, the service was atrocious and my sweetcorn fritters with a side of Smoked Salmon came out (very late) as a soggy pancake and a pile of smoked salmon. (not complaining about the amount of smoked salmon, but it was evidently apparent that the amount of salmon on the plate was the reason they could charge $18 for this mess). Our poor friends were mortified. We have however discussed this further and are aware they have usually gone there for brunch and we were there in peak 9.30am breakfast time. But still it’s that crushed expectation when you have in your mind how amazing this experience should be.

Am I the only unlucky one who has been unfortunate enough to experience this? Is there a particular reason why this happens? Are your expectations raised after the first amazing visit and therefore you are your own worst enemy? But aren’t expectations there fore a reason, should you not strive to reach perfect of culinary expertise, or enjoy a comfortable clean environment or in fact not walk away from a salon with half your head of hair missing? Will i ever learn?

 

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First weekend of July

The past 24 hours have been pretty awesome! After my wonderfully boozey and steak filled lunch on Friday, I decided that for me to go home and cook for a hungry husband and two hungry, fussy children would not be the way to go about my Friday afternoon and start to the weekend.  So I rang my husband and advised I didn’t want to cook and he was the one who suggested Mr Foongs – our local Chinese takeaway! Now Chinese takeaways have been a bit hit and miss in every town I have lived in, but randomly on a little street in my suburb, Mr Foongs does a pretty awesome Chinese dish. The usual order consist of Satay Chicken, Mongolian Lamb and Spicy beef which this time around I ordered extra hot !! (and it didn’t disappoint!)

I rang through at about 6pm and as always the beautiful Chinese daughter, who would only be about 8 years old, answered the phone and took my order, polite, professional and understood everything. The order was made in Bradleys name as I knew he would go and get the food later on. $48.80 later we have 3 dishes, one bag of prawn chips and a rice to boot and we are all cowing down on our Chinese with, might I add, chops sticks!

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Now, don’t get me wrong this hasn’t always been a love/love relationship with Mr Foongs, when we first moved into our house we were craving a good old fish cocktail and chips. Mr Foongs also advertised that there was another take away in their establishment called “Peters Takeaway”. So we thought, “well the Chinese is pretty good lets go there for western food”. Boy, were we wrong! The cocktails were something that had been cooked and left for a good few hours, the batter soggy not just soft and the fish completely dry inside. There was no flavour throughout and the chips lacked their vavavoom of shop bought chips. an overall disaster.

Anyway, everyone loved their Chinese treat. As I’ve said before I always try and cook my step children something healthy and nutritious as I don’t believe they get that at home. So when I sit back and let take away get ordered they are pretty excited! As the kids washed up, Brad and I sat back on the lounge and chilled out after our long week of work.

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For Saturday a colleague of mine Victoria, had organised a “pamper afternoon” where a consultant of a company came in trying to flog their wares and we all got to have a play with it all 🙂 I asked Victoria if it was all good for Katie to come along too. All was fine. With me driving and Katie only 12 I decided to invest all of $8.69 into a bottle of non-alcoholic champagne as I knew the rest of the girls would be drinking proper champagne! To be completely honest, although the Cuvee was a little on the sweet sick it was actually pretty scrummy! I’m surprised not more pregnant woman aren’t opting for this?! I was drinking bubbles, out of a glass and the best part was I didn’t wake up with a hangover this morning!

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We left a little late but we weren’t too concerned as Bradley and Mitchell had opted to cook dinner for us all that evening! Great! So we all drove the 1 hour journey home and was greeted with a big kiss and a large glass of shiraz! Yummy! Brad has perfected his pizzas and I will eventually get a recipe for you for his bases as they came out AMAZING this time around. Brad made three different pizzas for us, a pepperoni with extra, extra pepperoni, a surf and turf and my favourite a creamy based chicken and mushroom! YUMMY!!!

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