The Lawsuit Cafe

If you ever find yourself in St David's, you might want to stay well away from the Pebble Espresso Cafe. Let me set the scene for you. There is a lovely little court yard with about 5 small tables in it just outside a gallery that sells cards and bits and pieces, then up a narrow winding staircase there is the cafe where you order your coffee. We walked into the gallery to find a woman with a face like thunder mopping up a spillage at the bottom of the stairs. It turns out that just before we walked in a customer, who was carrying a full tray of hot coffees and and a hot chocolate in an unnecessarily tall, thin glass (think about balancing) down the stairs and fell down the last step throwing the tray and all the contents over a stand of cards and a glass display of arty somethings. As there were no signs, we asked if it was table service - to which a very busy and important man said "no, go upstairs please". As we ascended the stairs, it was easy to realise why the man had fallen. We took a seat upstairs and left Jodie to do the ordering. There were 5 staff behind the very small counter. One was making the coffees and taking the orders, one was cutting tomatoes, one was telling another one about how long it took him to feed the cat, one was complaining about having to clean up the mess the previous customer had made and the last one was being busy and important. So even though Jodie was at the front of the line, it took a good 15 minutes to wait, order, wait, explain and then eventually get our order all the while having to listen to all the bullshit going on behind the very small counter. During her line wait - Jodie commented that she couldn't believe that people have to carry trays down those stairs to which the woman behind the coffee machine replied without looking up, "Well, they do".

As we sat and endured our coffee and cake, we watched a number of people almost tumble down the stairs with their hot beverages in rediculously shaped glasses...... like an accident just waiting to happen..... where is the OHS when you want them?

The drinks were terrible. The cakes were old. The experience is one we'd rather forget.