the cruise sucked.
How can all that be so good, but the cruise so bad? We had the worst dinner table companions in the history of mankind. We should’ve asked to be reseated after the first night, but felt that it couldn’t be that awful…the cruise was only 3 nights! Big mistake. Between food throwing, racial slurs, and one throwing up on the table, it was not the greatest trip ever.
There was a family of 8 and us assigned to the table. We weren’t wanted, and I guess they thought they’d show us. It was like dining with the Sopranos complete with Tony, Carmela, Meadow, and Meadow’s boyfriend, AJ and the cousins. All we lacked was Uncle Junior.
Moral of this story….if you are on a cruise with assigned dinner seating, and things aren’t working out between you and your tablemates, get a new table assignment! I guess we were a little naive, and probably lucky that this hasn’t happened before. Oh well…life goes on. We cruise again in November.
Our dining companions blew chunks, both literally and figuratively. NEVER – in ten cruises- have I dined with people so rude. Perhaps it wouldn’t have been so bad if they confined their crass behaviour amongst themselves, but it impacted the waiter’s ability to manage the courses. Since they kept demanding different appetizers every five minutes, the waiter forgot to bring my salad. On the second night, which was formal night, they were a full 40 minutes late to dinner. And it wasn’t because they were getting dressed up – one of the women came in her sweats and then said there was a mix up with her luggage. Yeah. Right. Since we had already ordered and were eating our appetizers when they sat down, the waiter had to slow down our courses in an attempt to catch them up. This was when they saw a three year old at the table next to us being served chicken fingers, and two of the women started demanding an order of those. Incidentally, my filet of beef was cold by the time it got to the table. Then the food throwing started. I skipped dessert so we could leave. And the third night, we could not stomach another dinner with them. We were relegated to the Windjammer. Of course, they showed up there so they could snack before heading down to the dining room, 40 minutes late. As soon as I saw them, I lost my appetite. We tried to order room service from our stateroom, but by then they had stopped serving the good entrees.
Between those savages, the poor weather, and the lack of things to do during the hurricane gale force winds that kept most people on the ship when we were in Nassau, it was a depressing cruise.