If you want service...take a flare gun...

My partner and I stopped off at Bellezar...now bear in mind, the restaurant was half full, not packed, not seething with holiday makers...half full.

We found a table and waited for our order to be taken...for a long, long, long time. Eventually I got up, walked over to a waitress who was with (I assume a manager) and had to ask if I could give them my order - there was no apology or recognition of the role reversal that traditionally at a restaurant someone takes your order...this was lost on them.

We then waited for the drinks...this again took forever so I'll save you the additional 'long, long' longs' but I was able to count each and every ship out at sea...about four hundred times (there were 35). By this stage we were worried that if we were to order a meal we might be safest looking at the breakfast menu for the following day given how long things took, so...after waiting and waiting we got up, I found a waitress who also appeared to be counting the ships and presumably manager (doing the same) and asked for the bill...they looked at each other with a look that was so unsure I'm not all that convinced they even knew they worked there...and then one hustled off to ferret one out...

Thereafter what appeared to be a manager came through and processed the payment and I made a point of casually just letting them know that they kind of dropping a lot of ***** on the whole concept of serving customers side and the response was just an awkward 'have a nice day'...no acknowledgment at all of the appalling service...so if you need some alone time, somewhere you're guaranteed not to be bothered - not even by the waiter then this is it!