Westerpark restaurants: the good, the bad, and the slightly weird – Part 2: Pizza Pazzani

Honey Badger, at the bar, which happens to be right next to where we’re sitting: “Can I order a drink please?”
Waitress 1: “No, you have to order at the bar next door or wait for someone at your table.”
Honey Badger, back at the table: “Can I order a drink please?”
Waitress 2: “Umm, ok, but you can also order at the bar – it’s right next to you!”
Honey Badger: “I realise that but your colleague told me I couldn’t order there, which is why I’m asking you here.”
Waitress 2 to Waitress 3: “Did you tell him he couldn’t order at the bar?”
Waitress 3: “No, why would I say that? Of course he can order at the bar!” [note for reader: pissed off voice is currently employed, implying that either he’s lying or he’s saying she’s lying]
Honey Badger: “But – but – but she told me I couldn’t! Ask your friend!” [points to waitress 1]
Waitresses 2 and 3 turn to Waitress 1: “Well?”
Waitress 1: “Actually I did tell him he couldn’t order here – I thought he came in from outside and should’ve been at the bar next door.”
Honey Badger: “But I’ve been sitting right here this whole time?!”
[No apology ensues]

Time passes, and the hard-fought and hard-won beers that we finally managed to order in the midst of the argument have now been drunk (we needed a drink after that little drama, as you can imagine)…

Honey Badger, at the same bar, half an hour later: “Can I order a drink please?”
Waitress 1: “No, you have to order at the bar next door or wait for someone at your table.”
Honey Badger, now losing all composure: “BUT WE JUST HAD THIS CONVERSATION – LIKE HALF AN HOUR AGO!!!!!”

We vowed never to return.