May 31, 2008
I hate it when restaurants start opening outlets just because business is thriving. In my opinion, McDs is the only chain I know that has a relative consistency of food quality and quantity across all its outlets. Not that I hero-worship McDs, but really, one golden chicken McNugget in East Coast Park is the same as another in West Coast Park.
I can't say the same for the expanding Popeyes chain. What a TERRIBLE experience we had that I won't even waste too many words on it.
- We had insufficient cash. Checked with counter staff if we could use NETS. Reply was affirmative. But on payment, we were told there was no NETS facility, only credit card. Hey, a card isn't just a card ok!
- We found a table just as some customers were vacating. I had to clear their tray full of trash and chicken bones, because there was no staff in sight. How appetising. Fortunately, I found a trash bin standing in the middle of the aisle next to some tables. Did it just grow feet and walk out from its usual box with the swing lid?
- Had to go look for a staff to tell him that our table needed wiping. Why don't you just put table rags on every corner so we customers can help ourselves?
- I decided to skip chicken and get the fish fillet meal, which looked nice and generous (on the menu board). The fillets (on the menu board) looked breaded (and not battered like the chicken is) and came with a serving of tartar sauce. Instead, I was served some horribly bouncy, jelly-like fish, which looked suspiciously like catfish, and you know how inexpensive catfish fillet is! Each fillet was hardly the size of my palm, and they were battered no less! Also, no tartar sauce whateva. That miserable grub cost $7.20 as a set.
- I asked my hubs if he thought I stood a chance if I requested to change my order to chicken. He said, forgeddit because the staff didn't seem to understand English and punched in customers' orders according to number. Ah, not me, I'm never satisfied until I get a good explanation at the very least. So I walked up to side of the counter (only to be seen but ignored by the counter staff) and hollered "Excuse me!" across the kitchen area. Some guy came and I asked first for tartar sauce. He handed me this lump of white stuff in a disposable plastic cup. As good as crap sauce to me. Then I asked about the fish, and why it looked the way it did, and why the heck it was so small. CLASSICALLY TRAINED RESPONSE: Oh, the fish comes to us like that. (Huh? Fine, nevermind. Why is it not breaded like it is in the menu picture?) Oh, the menu board comes from the US. (Thanks. That says alot.) Only good thing was, he said sorry about that.
- The fish batter was salty and unbearable. I had to top every bite with a heap of coleslaw.
- Hubs' chicken pieces were rather small. Fries were served cold. Mash gravy was hopelessly thin.
- Grossly noisy joint with flies (yes, those big black things with buzzing wings) paying us a visit every 10 seconds.
Alright, guess I didn't cut back on the wordcount. Obviously, I'm still seething. Will NEVER go back!!!