We wanted to have a light late lunch and decided to try out a place that had been getting rave reviews. They were making waves because they specialised in potato jackets, and the menu certainly looked interesting.
By the time we reached the place, a light drizzle had started. We got inside, and since we were hungry, we got straight to ordering.
My wife, as you know by now, has been swept up in the Matcha craze, so she ordered a Strawberry Matcha, while I went for an Oreo Shake. I settled on a Smoky Pulled Chicken from their Signature Jackets, while my wife ordered a Non-Veg Supreme from the Classic Jackets.
While ordering, however, there was our first little hiccup. The menu clearly mentioned that Bacon was included in my wife's selection, but we were told that Bacon would cost extra because the menu had been updated but the printed copies hadn't yet been changed. Fair enough, we accepted that, although it didn't exactly sit well with us.
Then there was another small irritation. The girl attending our table kept speaking to my wife in Bengali, even though my wife was speaking to her in English. And no matter how many times my wife continued in English, the Bengali continued.
As an afterthought, we also ordered some Jalapeño Long Fries from the Spud Bites section.
Anyway, the Strawberry Matcha and my Oreo Shake arrived. My wife was quite happy with her Matcha, but I was seriously disappointed by the shake. It seemed to be little more than cold milk blended with cocoa powder to create some froth, with a single Oreo biscuit dropped into it. Not quite the Oreo Shake I had imagined.
Then my Smoky Pulled Chicken Jacket arrived, and I tucked straight in. My wife managed to take a couple of nibbles, but her jacket was nowhere to be seen. It finally arrived after I had completely finished mine, followed shortly afterwards by the fries.
Surely, when two people arrive together for a meal, the common-sense thing would be to serve their dishes more or less together?
Thankfully, the timing debacle didn't take away from the taste. The Jalapeño Long Fries were unique, crispy and tasty. And my jacket was actually delicious. Who knew a humble potato jacket could be so flavoursome?
But then came the kicker.
When the bill arrived, we found ourselves charged for everything—yes, the extra Bacon as we had been told—but also for two additional Chicken toppings in our jackets that we hadn't ordered!
At that point, my wife lost it. The girl serving us immediately had the bill corrected and was apologising profusely.
But, as they say, damage done.
My wife paid the bill and promptly informed me that we were never coming back here.
I, on the other hand, am a little more accommodating. I always tend to think things through with my tummy.
If my tummy thinks it's yummy, we're coming back!
So, yes, we probably will return once the heat dies down and the memory of this rather chaotic experience has faded. Because despite all the little irritations, the potato jackets themselves were genuinely good—and that's ultimately what brought us here in the first place.
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