No Welcome at the Inn

While in Mullingar a couple of weeks ago, feeling ill, and went in to get soup in a local hotel, where there was no welcome for one who only required a bowl of soup, being ill. Scrooges... SATIRED!

Background: While in Mullingar a couple of weeks ago, I was feeling ill, and went in to get soup in a local hotel. There was no-one in the bar, so I used the toilets, and on emerging there still was no-one. Onmaking to leave after waitng nearly five minutes,  a man appeared, who looked very cross.  We asked what did I want, I asked did he do soup, he said onlybreakfast. I asked for just soup as the stomach was topsy turvey, at which point he exploded in rage, told me I was wasting his time, it was breakfast or nothing, to get out and claimed I only went in to use the toilets. On asking to see the manager, he ignored the request, I repeated it, and eventually he claimed to be the manager, and very angry swore at me to get out.All on the first week of advent, showing the Christmas spirit in the Austin Friar Hotel in Mullingar only exists if you have money to spend. No room at the Inn indeed.

I was going to write and complain, but in bardic tradition I thought a satire verse was better!

On a more pleasent note, I then went to Mullingar’s Druids Chair pub, where I got excellent service! Do check them out if in that neck of the woods!

A satire of the Austin Friar Hotel

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A satire of the Austin Friar Hotel

In the first week of Advent, a passer by
Found himself felling a little ill
Thought he, to here I will go,
And I will stay until
I feel a little better,
It is a good thing to do I think,
I am not able for breakfast,
But maybe a bowl of soup I'll drink.

On entereing the dining area,
It was down  a flight of stairs,
There was nobody in attendance,
No one sitting on the chairs,
No feeling the best, while I wait, he thought
Ill go to the toilet, for it I need
Maybe the staff will be back when I come out
And then Ican get a  feed.

A sign said "Patrons Only",
But a patron he was to be,
So he went in regardless,
As there was no-one about he could see...
And on exiting, for staff he looked...
There was none, maybe there not open yet,
After waiting a while to no avail...
Off to the exit he set.

Then a man came out from a door,
Looking doursour and grim,
A request for soup  and coffee was asked for,
And no granted by him,
Who said, we do only breakfasts,
Looked as if asking for mere soup was a  crime,
The situation explained, the barman exploded:
Said "Get out... stop  wasting my time!"

What a welcome to get for  a sick man,
Who happened to be passing by,
Was going to buy, but not buy enough,
So in rage this "staff" set to fly.
Accused the sick man of only wanting the toilet,
Repeated again to get out,
With a series of unrepeatable expletives...
Stunned, the ill man stood his ground as the barman did shout.

The first request to speak to the manager,
The the barman it was refused point blank,
The second like wise, on the third he claimed
He was the owner, he who by I was abused...
Well if ever you are in Mullingar...
And you walk by the Austin Friar hotel...
Boycott it for its staffs ignorance...
The'll see their own day in hell!

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Reviews

[TL Boehm]

wow - a denizen of the Cafe - a member of the elite - a wonderful poetic story with a bite to it and only ONE review. I find that disturbing. Perhaps the brilliance has been lost in the shallows....not sure but I found the poem delightful. I've missed reading you.

[Tomás Ó Cárthaigh]

Glad to hear that Tammy!

[James E. Peterson]

Great write. You Britons have a command of the English language that's truly admirable.

[Tomás Ó Cárthaigh]

Ouch!!! I'm Irish!!! ;-D Glad you enjoyed it!