LAST DAY AT SEA-TOMORROW HOME

Everyone slept in a bit and agreed to meet at 9am at Johnny Rockets for a change in menu, with omelets, etc.,

Mark, Chucky and DL arrived first and advised the manager that we would be 7 so they could arrange tables.

Once everyone arrived, they were promptly seated and the lovely Julia took orders for coffee and juice until we all had a chance to read the menu.

For the most part, all the orders came out hot and correct.  So far so good.

Chucky had to run to the restroom briefly and asked to have his order kept warm in the kitchen until he returned.

Once back Julia delivered his Pancakes and eggs which were lukewarm. Ok, he did get back while the kitchen was closing.

But… halfway through pouring syrup and seasoning the eggs, HE noticed a large, coarse black hair atop one pancake.

Looking for Julia, he heads inside, as she is coming out.  He shows her the hair and asks for another order. 

Unfortunately the kitchen is now closed, and the manger gets involved dispatching someone to another venue for fresh pancakes.

They came in 15 minutes, actually hotter than the first order, minus the scrambled eggs.

OH well.

An abundance of apologies from the Manager and Julia were offered and accepted.

The rest of the morning was spent by the pool, except for Chucky who had to catch up on the NOWAT.

Helmut had a hankering for Bratwurst so all agreed to meet at Boardwalk Dog House at 1PM.  By the time everyone arrived, the show at the aqua theater had brokenb and the line at the Dog House was now 10 deep.  Now that wouldn’t be too bad except it was manned by one young lady of Asian descent whose English was halted at best, understanding even less.  Thus service was tad slow.

By the time Chucky and Lydia made it to the counter, the poor girl was visibly stressed.  When Chucky asked if he could get Bratwurst, she had no idea what he was talking about.  Spotting the pan of “Pork Sausage”, he asked for one and a side of potato salad.

The condiments were “Over There” with pump dispensers, and relish in packets.  Of course if you dressed your dog, or whatever there, there was no receptacle for the used relish packets.

Once back at the table, Chucky got caught up in conversation and didn’t notice that his sausage was raw in the center until he had eaten half of it.

Taking it back to the poor stressed server, he asked her to check the rest of the sausage.  The language barrier was evident as she just bunned another sausage and handed it to him.  He took it and cut into the center to find another raw sausage, and then another… RAW.  Now the poor lady was totally flummoxed and kept trying to rebun another sausage, and had to be coaxed to checking the rest which she had no idea how to.

Giving up on the sausage, he took a hot dog, headed to the condiments [still no receptacle for used relish packets] but the pile of used packets continued to grow on the counter.

After finishing the dog, Chucky headed next door to Johnny Rockets to have the assistant manager call Restaurant Ops Manager Mustafa so Chucky could advise him of the issue and see if he might handle it directly so as to keep guests from getting sick on raw sausage, since the staff seemed ill equipped to handle it.

Mustafa was in a meeting.  Chucky asked J.R.’s assistant manager who was in charge of the Dog House, and was informed it was the Manager of J.R.'s. Chucky told him about the problem and asked that he not only take care of it but to make sure Mustafa was advised as well.  He promised to have it addressed.

CHUCKY NOTE:  Chucky ran into Mustafa on the stairs later that night and asked if anyone had reached him about the issue.  He admitted that he was in meetings when HE called and didn’t get the message until well after the Dog House was closed, but promised to follow up.

Everyone headed to their cabins to start packing until Happy Hour where Alexandra was on top of her game with outstanding service and her usual winning Smile.

Chucky’s tummy was a bit askew, perhaps raw sausage had something to do with it, so he took it easy with a simple Dewar’s and Soda [from a can – they must not know how to properly adjust the carbonator for the soda gun mix system as the stuff from the gun is always flat.]

Dinner was another Dud, although Lenny’s Short Rib, while tasty, was lukewarm.

Chucky tried Onion Soup again, the only thing he knows that comes out hot.  Hot yes, onion’s none, zip, zero. As opposed to Dragon Chic’s soup the previous evening where she had so many onions that there was barely any broth.  So much for consistency.

Lydia and Chucky again rolled the dice with the “recommended” seafood Ragout with Basil polenta, which was, one-more-time, cold and tasteless.

The other meals were unremarkable, so much so that Donna just feasted on 2 appetizers.

Once again Rado visibly was at his wits end offering to bring the chef out again, when Lenny said

“What’s the use, it hasn’t helped so far?”

Desert around was another crap-shoot, although Chucky asked for 2 apple pie tartelettes and one scoop of ice cream and both were fine.

Bidding Rado Good Luck with the next cruise, they left for night caps in the Casino which did not last long due to the excessive smoke, before heading up finish whatever packing was needed to get the bags out by 10:00 PM.

Chucky finished last night’s NOWAT before heading off to slumber land, leaving tonight’s post for when they get home and he had a time to decide just what type of note and what excerpts of NOWAT-CARIB 2019 he was going to send to RCCL Corporate.

The wrap up and picture album will happen from his Bat Cave in Hollywood after arrival.

Ciao 4 Now

Uncle Chuck & The can’t wait for a hot meal at home, 

Dragon Lady