tiger tiger (burning not so bright)

So coffee at Tiger Tiger, eh... well, Tiger, Tiger is in the city down a cute lil' laneway off of murray st. It's certainly a nice spot.. away from the hustle and bustle of town and i imagine, perfect in the summer to grab a shady table out of the sun. I'd seen the sign before and then googled it to see what people were saying. (I don't like to trust my own judgement... let's see what the rest of the world are saying first... and THEN i might grace them with my presence)... anyways, met R for lunch after his morning meeting... he was starving.. i can't eat (darn wisdom toothache) so we were after two coffees and a sandwich.... walk down the lane... the tables are busy, music playing, nice atmosphere... head inside to check out what the score is, what's on offer etc. We join the queue... we get to the front of the queue... we get shouted at? Really? Are there not better ways to tell your paying customers that it's table service? No? oh right, ok, then, go ahead and tell us off. The waitress was nice... but this woman.. the manager presumably... not so nice! So we're told that next time we have to have a table number but this time, we can sit outside and they will pass our coffee through the window. Ok then. We sit and wait for our coffees. Another waitress comes over as we're mid-conversation... fair enough, she's asking if we've just arrived... no, no, we say, we're just waiting for our coffee.... and as she walks off, i see her pull a face... an exasperated face... a 'roll your eyes' face... Like what's that about?! It probably won't stop me from going back if i'm in the city, in fact i'm kinda intrigued to see if this is usual customer service... but i'm not sure i'm gonna go out of my way for a repeat visit... and the coffee wasn't that good either. Tiger Tiger? It was certainly a bit fierce.