Is the customer always right?

Visiting a tiny and cosy pizza restaurant in Bondi for dinner last night was the highlight of my week! I was picked up in style; a brand new Mercedes Benz and opening my door was of course a gorgeous dark-haired man. All the style and grace but pizza was on our brain! We drove to Doughboys and try as we might to find a park, which isnt usually a tough job but in Bondi parks are few and far between. When you do find one it will probably set you back about $6 for an hour.

Arriving with a Shiraz under arm (handy BYO licence) we enter this very warm little pizza restaurant and are greeted by a gorgeous young waitress, dressed very Bondi in plain black skinny jeans, a washed out black tee and hair pulled up whimsically in a thrown together bun. Her young and fresh face were warm, seating us quickly on stools next to a small wooden bench near the pizza kitchen, where all the action seemed to be taking place.

Once comfortably seated service arrives immediately.

'Would you like some cheese, garlic pizza and a salad to start?' Yes please, replying instantly with a delicious grin appearing on my face. We were both ravishing as the clocked had just ticked past 8:30pm.

Then our eyes wandered delightedly to the wall lined order board, which was filled with mouth watering choices; Fungi, Parmesan, goats cheese, Rucola, hams, salamis, prosciutto, olives were all amore! A decision was going to be hard to make. Tutto Quanto Pizza & Con Pollo Pizza were our choice, but I do think that any pizza from this establishment wouldn't be hard to eat! Simple and fresh ingredients are used and the added salads make this meal feel slightly light and fresh.

Arriving quickly was our simply dressed salad of Rocket and Parmesan along with the cheese and garlic pizza pieces, which sat criss crossed and oozing with soft, gooey mozzarella, a sprinkling of basil pesto and shards of Parmesan. Our tummies were starting to protest and the pizza was still to come. Once it did the tummy protesting was immediately forgotten and magically we were able to finish all but one sliver, which they kindly packaged up to take home.

After another glass of red we were almost ready to literally roll out the door to go for a moonlit stroll when an angry customer grabbed our surprise.

He was abrupt and terribly rude to the waitress and in the small restaurant it was hard not to hear what was happening. His actions have since posed this question.

'Is the customer always right and does it give them the authority to speak any which way they like to people who serve them?'

I am quite positive that he may have spoken to dogs in a nicer way than he spoke to this girl on this occasion... When you put it into perspective is it really worth whingeing about one incorrect ingredient on a pizza!

Food for thought for the weekend!
I suggest trying Doughboy for its deliciously made thin crust pizzas, we were more than satisfied.

love amie x