Customer feedback? It came up my throat.
To you, the word ‘restaurant’ seems quite remote.
All the fussing you did to our table,
that doesn’t make me believe you are able.
Making a big deal arranging the cloth,
instead you could make sure the food isn’t off.
I just heard your microwave ping,
‘fresh’ food must be an outdated thing.
You let us think that you cooked it today,
instead it’s been frozen and heated your way.
Bits of potato I tasted are cold,
in my paranoia I thought I saw mould.
It’s flavourless shite and I’ve paid you so well,
your posh looking restaurant is our hell.
I’m no longer hungry, you made me feel sick
yet my belly’s empty, that’s a rotten trick!
I lack the guts to be honest right now,
as you smile and come over, I raise an eyebrow.
‘How is your food?’ now my confidence dips,
our ‘romantic’ dinner just had an eclipse.
I know that you will not listen to me,
or give compensation by making it free.
Also, I ate all the bits that were good,
instead of returning it like I should.
I tried for ages to stay in denial,
smiled at my partner like it wasn’t vile.
I was too worried about seeming rude,
instead of admitting that we both got screwed.
