This week it was the turn of a cafe which was a tip off from a local dog walker. The Deck occupies a fantastic location in Emsworth marina and from the moment I heard about it on Monday last week, I was ready to love it.
It’s 10 minutes from our house, parking is easy, the view is cracking and they are even set up to accommodate dogs. I won’t lie, before we arrived I thought we’d found our breakfast nirvana.
The cafe is set in the heart of a lovely buzzing little marina with a view out on to the deck houses and yachts moored in the basin. Lots going on even on a Sunday and plenty for a the dogs and boy to view happening. The styling of the place was perfect, with a sweeping glass deck to take in the views and a lower patio with quirky touches like an old dinghy planted out with herbs.
However as much as I want to be able to write only positive things about this lovely little cafe, it’s impossible to ignore the fact that the service we experienced veered between disinterested and plain bad. We spent most of the time wondering if we’d come at the wrong time (11am) the wrong day (Sunday) or perhaps sat in the wrong place (the downstairs). Tables took forever to be cleared, tea arrived with juice spilled in the saucer, milk wasn’t topped up, food choices weren’t available and the general vibe was that the staff would be happier without customers to bother them.
Food wise, we tried the croissants (excellent) the Big Deck breakfast (also good) and the poached eggs on toast (I’ve had better) along with juice, tea and coffee. We might have ordered more if anyone had asked us what we wanted, but no one seemed to care, and ultimately we left feeling a little deflated.
So much potential, such a great location, but why oh why do us Brits get it so wrong with service? We’re hoping it was a glitch, we certainly think it’ll be worth a second crack at the whip in a few weeks, but until then, it seems our quest for a great breakfast goes on….