The night I thought I was being shucks'd

It was one of those sweltering days in Durban yesterday. The weather had been terrible for the past few days, so with sun coming out, most Durbanites descended onto the beach front. I made the trek all the way from Kloof in peak traffic to dine at a certain seafood restaurant on the Ushaka Beachfront for some sushi and to take in some amazing views.  I met some friends as well as my friend's foreign visitor, hoping to show off how great Durban is.
As soon as we sat down, I had an ominous feeling of what was to come. The table was as sticky as a bar counter after a half price shooter special and that's saying something.
We proceeded to order our drinks from the waitress, you could see by the dazed and confused look in her eye that serving seven customers at a table was going to be daunting. We waited around twenty minutes for our drinks to arrive but didn't really think much of it as we were enjoying each other's company and the beautiful Durban sunshine.
At around five thirty we all ordered our food, which took a while as it was clearly evident that the waitress was not familiar with the menu, especially the sushi menu.
As the sun set, so did our hopes for a pleasant dining experience. We asked for a cloth to wipe our sticky table, which the waitress just left on the counter for us to wipe our own table. By seven pm, the food still had not arrived. Eventually my friend went to complain to the manager about the poor service and how long we had waited, pretty unperturbed by our grievance she said the food will be out in a couple minutes. The "hot" food such as the fish and chips arrived at our table with so many bones in it, it could choke a whale and was luke warm by the time it got to out table. As for my sushi, out of all the items I ordered, one measly portion of bamboo rolls arrived. The ironic thing was the sushi was warm, obviously the rice had not been cooled sufficiently before making the bamboo roll.
By that stage we were all in fits of laughter as to how terrible it was! At least we got a good chuckle out of it!
The same friend complained once again ( I wish I had the tenacity and no-nonsense attitude she has, I am rather cowardly when it comes to complaining I have to admit) We paid for the food we did receive and laughed off the food that hadn't arrived.

Out of the ashes of a terrible evening came the inspiration to write about these experiences. For any reader's out there I would love to hear about your great as well as not so great dining experience's.
Have a pleasant day and enjoy some charming cuisine, I hope.
The Foodie out. x