Téléphone: +441202855572
Adresse: 94 Victoria Road, BH22 9JA, East Dorset, United Kingdom
Ville: East Dorset
Menu Plats: 10
Avis: 4442
Site Web: https://www.jdwetherspoon.com/pub-histories/england/dorset/the-nightjar-ferndown
"Finally, and thank God, this awful dump has been finally shut down, putting the good people of Ferndown out of their misery. Not just the worst Wetherspoons pub in this country, but quite possibly the worst pub in any country. I’m normally positively disposed towards Wetherspoons. I don’t ever think about them, but most of the time they are generally ok and some of the time they are amazing. And while I would never ever go out of my way to get to one, I wouldn’t necessarily walk past one, either. Apart from this one. OK, you can’t fault the beer in any Wetherspoons, and that was also the case here. The beer was always excellent and served properly. That’s if you could get any of the bottom-of-the barrel staff to serve you. Instead of serving customers the staff were more likely to be chatting in the corner, tapping away on their iPhones, adjusting their facial jewellery, comparing tattoos, in short doing ANYTHING except serving customers. And when they could be bothered to serve customers, they’d wander out from their hiding hole yelling ‘who’s next?’. They’d never know who was next. I’d be surprised if they knew what day it was. When I worked in pubs and nightclubs you’d be sacked if you, as a member of the bar staff, didn’t know who the next 5 to 8 customers were in the correct order. You had to have that constantly changing list in your head. You’d be sacked if you shouted ‘who’s next?’. But not here; uselessness was the norm. There were some odd members of staff who tried their best, but they were few and far between. The food ranged from absolutely average at best, to utterly inedible at worst. It was never above average. Since when were chips that always seemed to have been ‘steamed’ a good idea? And it was all dumped on the plate and then thrown down on the table, usually without some of the ingredients listed on the menu as part of the ‘dish’, and with other things that you had ordered and paid for also missing ‘uh, yuhh, we nevuh got any of that, duhhhhh…’ . Occasionally, the so-called bar staff would wear body cams, which always made everyone laugh. The irony is that it should have been the customers wearing the body cams, just to record how dreadful most of the staff but not all of them were at their chosen profession. The rumours are that the building will now be torn down and that apartments be will built on the site. I’m tempted to buy one, not to live in it, but to occasionally use and flush the toilet in memory of this awful dump. Property prices in Ferndown will probably go up in now that it is gone. Not before time. Good riddance."
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