Anglo maltese League: Unwelcoming Restaurant in Valletta
When I walk to the bus station from the Embassy Complex, I pass the Anglo Maltese League restaurant in Valletta. I have never stopped before because I am always in a hurry to get home after a long day in the city. Today, I decided that I would eat there for lunch. After all, it always looked inviting in the evening.
I sat outside, and the waiter came to take my order. I decided on the ravioli and a water. He asked me to change my order and have something from the case because the kitchen was really busy and the ravioli would take a while. I asked how long; even if I had to wait an hour, I had the time. He chuckled at my suggestion of an hour and went away.
When he came back, he asked if I would like to change my order. He didn’t bring my water or anything. I asked about the vegetarian lasagna that was written on the board. He said that he would have to ask and then asked if I wouldn’t prefer the pasta with salmon. No, I wouldn’t prefer the pasta with salmon. He, then, went to the case to see if there was something else he could offer.
You know what? Forget it. I’ll go eat somewhere else. I have never had such a poor experience at a restaurant in Malta, and I didn’t even eat there. The Anglo Maltese League not only made me feel unwelcome, but it also ensured that I will not ever eat there.
I sat outside, and the waiter came to take my order. I decided on the ravioli and a water. He asked me to change my order and have something from the case because the kitchen was really busy and the ravioli would take a while. I asked how long; even if I had to wait an hour, I had the time. He chuckled at my suggestion of an hour and went away.
When he came back, he asked if I would like to change my order. He didn’t bring my water or anything. I asked about the vegetarian lasagna that was written on the board. He said that he would have to ask and then asked if I wouldn’t prefer the pasta with salmon. No, I wouldn’t prefer the pasta with salmon. He, then, went to the case to see if there was something else he could offer.
You know what? Forget it. I’ll go eat somewhere else. I have never had such a poor experience at a restaurant in Malta, and I didn’t even eat there. The Anglo Maltese League not only made me feel unwelcome, but it also ensured that I will not ever eat there.