Dear table of boys sitting behind me at the Brewery last night,
When I overheard you talking about girls last night and one of you said that
the only way to get a good girlfriend these days was to make stuff up and lie all the time
I hope that you were joking.
disappointed mother of two daughters who will now be extremely suspicious of any future boyfriends
You need to get your act together and clean that dump up. As you can tell by the ever increasing number of empty tables on a Staurday night, no one wants to go there anymore and I think something as simple as a bit of spray and wipe on the tables and clean toilets would bring back some of your lost clientele who no doubt are now flocking to the other end of the wharf where you can sit at a table and rest your forearms on it without being grossed out by the feel of greasy table. The cigarette butt squashed down one of the cracks in the table didn’t help either.
someone who used to like to go to your establishment because it holds one of the best positions in town but doesn’t bother any more because it always smells like a primary school boys urinal.
Honestly this place is in such a great spot. You can sit right at the waters edge and have a drink or a meal and you can watch huge ships go by or little boats go by or people kyaking or the ferry coming and going but we won’t go anymore because it just feels grubby and there are plenty of other places to go in town. I think they take it for granted that they have a great spot so people will keep coming but I often walk past there and the numbers are dropping. They need someone to come in there and give it a total makeover.