Last night we headed over to the local Park Hyatt hotel on the Creek and headed straight for Cafe Arabesque.
As the name suggests, it's Arabic!
It's a very plush entrance, minimal but certainly Arabic. All candles and lanterns. I liked it. The Cafe itself was very busy when we arrived with diners already at the buffet tucking in to a wide range of 'stuff'. We made our way to our table and then joined them. The cold, salad dishes on offer were fantastic. II really didn't know were to start to be honest. And what is worse, I couldn't really tell you what they were called. Shame on me. There were a lot of olives, feta cheese, mezzi, arabic bread. I took a bit of almost everything. All washed down by fruit juice.
It wasn't all plain sailing though. My better half fancied a drink of water from her glass. Nothing unusual in that. What happened next was unusual. The bottom of the glass came away from the bloody rest of the glass, sending water all over her lap. Somehow she managed to catch the glass and in doing so cut her fingers. I was talking and the time and I really wasn't sure what the heck was going on. It all happened so fast. Needless to say, my better half was not at all happy. Neither would I have been. The head waiter came over and the best he could do was 'we'll move you to another table'. Eh, hello, the glass has essentially smashed and your customer is sitting, wet! I really don't think that was the best response especially given the glass literally fell apart. Thankfully it wasn't the iced tea that she had in another glass. We moved tables but the damage was done.
We tried to get our main and dessert courses. They were fine but the excitement of going to the Park Hyatt had been lost, sadly. Perhaps another time. If that's the case, I'll be bringing my own glasses. Just in case.
I'd like to say it was but the glass incident really didn't ensure a wonderful time was had. It had potential.
