Puccino’s Oxford (2.0)

I am going to be relatively brief with this one, as I have repressed the memory enough so that I can walk past the cafe without collapsing from anger. I had to make sure that this was an isolated incident but alas it wasn’t, I found other instances where people had been blown away by the bad service, especially this one.
Walking in to Puccino’s is a little like walking in to a medical episode, something non terminal but still pretty horrific like diarrohea or projectile vomiting. The decor is minimal with slightly pointless writing one the wall makes you wonder what the real goal is, apart from confusing you totally. The floor and the tables is ‘old world’ fused with varnish over every thing including the service.

So after sliding in, you can’t really walk in because it’s too small, you get to a nice table by the window overlooking the cobbled courtyard. The menu’s are thrust at you, and looking through the slightly average amount of vegetarian options starts to make you wonder why people even bother. I looked through but noticed a lot more options that were vegetarian, but without V. When asked why the waitress looked baffled, not at why there were vegetarian options not marked, but because we had dared to ask.

First impressions slid downhill very quickly, and after changing my mind about eating we decided to have tea instead. You can’t go wrong with tea can you.

Well so I thought…

After the waitress who obviously did not speak any English whatsoever brought over the tea, we looked at the coffee mugs we had been given (huge basins, not nice little tea cups) and then realised that my friend Meg had been given Breakfast tea instead. Meg pointed this out to the waitress but was quickly rebuttled by an argument that it was ‘all the same’. Two different types of tea, two different prices, but one argument. It’s all the same.

Assam tea is grown in estates in India, Breakfast Tea is a blend of several different teas, simple difference.

I was amazed that the waitress was arguing with us, and not only that was I amazed too by the attitude of the waitress that bought it over “I was only trying to save you money, everyone who askes for Assam I give them Breakfast tea because it’s all the same”.

So the conclusion after that was that, if you go to Puccino’s you will not be given Assam but breakfast tea.

Places like this seem to thrive on reluctant tourists who are too scared to say anything about that horrific service. But I obviously know nothing because Assam and Breakfast Tea are the same, acccording to Puccino’s.

The veggie menu is average but you won’t get what you ordered because you will be wrong. All of you.