What is it about restaurant and cafe owners that they think it’s ok to dictate to the their customers when it’s ok to eat what?

If I wander in to a restaurant at 11am (or 11pm)  and I want breakfast, what the hell business is it of theirs to tell me that it’s not breakfast time? I accept that it might not be their breakfast time, but if I fucking well want breakfast, and they have the wherewithall to make it, and I’m prepared to pay for it, who gives a fuck about it?

Last Sunday we were at a cafe in Double Bay, it was a little after 11, and we wanted some bruschetta.  Not a big deal you might think? It sort of became one because the waitstaff needed to check with the management to make sure that it was the right time of bloody day for them to be serving such an item.

Did they have tomato in the kitchen? Check!

Did they have onions in the kitchen? Check!

Garlic? Check!

Basil? Olive Oil? Bread? Check, check, check!

What the hell was the bloody problem?

Hey, Mr restaurant owner, get over yourself. Your staff were very good, but your holier than thou attitude sucks big time. You remain in business despite yourself, you little prick.

Wake up and understand that you are in a service industry – of your own choice – and as such, you need to be mindful that you are serving the public.

Which includes me.