Tuesday night, after I cut my hair at Creme Hairdressing at Square 2, I decided to give Salad Stop! a try. Service is still just as not-nice as I ordered the food from the slimmer Filipina lady, the plumper one went to roll down the shutters. Oops! I almost did not get to order my food.
The thing is, I did not order the create your own salad salad. I ordered Omega-3 Baby, which was one of their "signature salads" (i.e. if they have prescribed ingredients already. Don't need to crack your brains).
Turns out that they were running out of a lot of ingredients, but they had it in their fridge though so the lady had to go in and out of their private kitchen. I also asked whether they still had soup or not (although I know that they had probably run out by then) and the answer was "no". I was fine with that.
I became not so fine when the plumper girl started talking to my SaladStopper (that is what they call their staff who makes the salad)in Tagalog. Although I did not understand what they said, but from the tone that she said it, it seemed like she was either mocking me for trying to order soup or that she must be telling her colleague how troublesome I was to order something that made them run in and out of the private kitchen.
Or maybe, I was just being my over sensitive self as I usually try to make a point of speaking a common language whenever a foreigner was around. Either way, I found it impolite to be doing this in front of me. They took quite awhile and I had wanted to apologise to the lady next in line. Then I thought, "Why should I? If anything, the SaladStopper should be the one, for she was half chatting away and she was not very sure what to put into the salad. Half the time, she is referring to the menu!"
Finally, she did apologise, but seemingly to the lady next in line and not to me (which I felt would be a right gesture. Aww! What the heck!) Even when she was saying sorry, she looked half-hearted.
Tonight, as I needed to see my Chinese doctor at an hour that is usually reserved for dinner, I had asked my mum to buy take-away from there for me. Novena Square is on the way to Pek Kio where my Chinese doc is and so mum went to get it for me. This time, through their website, I had asked mum to buy for me "Hail Ceasar". It is actually Ceasar salad, duh!
On seeing the packaging, it felt like a lot less than what I would get if I were to eat at the shop. Deep down inside I knew it was an optical illusion as the bowls that they have are quite deep and gives one the impression that one is digging into a bottomless pit. While the plastic bowl packaging was much rounder. It would actually amount to the same thing.
Nevertheless, I still gave mum the feedback (the one I just mentioned) and she reasoned the way that I was thinking in my mind (which is the optical illusion that I explained).
Regardless of the issue of portion size, the salad amazingly made me feel full! I am just a little upset that if I were to want to eat salad from that outlet in future, that I would have to brace myself for mediocre service.
By the way, those of you who are familiar with Novena Square, Salad Stop! is just diagonally opposite MPH, erm...next to the passage way to the rest rooms... .
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