We were lucky to get one of the last remaining tables in the sun, so the fact that there were plenty of people there reinforced the idea that this place must be really, really good. We were proved wrong.
For starters the service was absolutely terrible. We waiting about ten minutes to be asked what drinks we would like. I settled for a glass of Pinot Grigio and Adam a beer. This then took a further ten minutes to arrive. My wine was luke-warm so I asked for some ice for the wine. The first waitress asked me twice what I meant (she was foreign) - I then gestured putting ice into the glass and I was led to believe she knew what I meant. After waiting about another 5 minutes I asked another waitress (also foreign) for the same thing. After another couple of times explaining what I wanted she then exclaimed a big 'Ohh!' as if she understood what I meant. So once again I waited, deciding what to order from the good selection of all day offerings on the menu. I decided to settle on a Bluebird Club Sandwich and Adam had the Eggs Benedict. Having ordered our food and still having received no ice for the wine I decided to relent and drink the warm wine. Great.
Our food arrived a casual 20 minutes later and I was horrified with what I was served with. The presentation looked like something a toddler would eat; stodgy budget white toasted bread cut into triangle quarters, sprouting tooth picks with green olives and cherry tomatoes, and then sprinkled with shoestring fries. It was an eye-sore. The first bite did nothing to surpass my prejudice. The chicken schnitzel was dry, the bacon had no flavour and the tomatoes inside the sandwich were scarce and did nothing to soften the dry bread. This sandwich needed homemade bread, some mayonnaise to counter the chicken and bacon and a lot more creativeness with it's presentation. I don't know if it's just me but this is not what I expected from a club sandwich. To me this was all wrong and for about £8.50 you expect a lot more.
Adam's eggs bene was not much more visually appealing. It was so smothered in paprika you couldn't see the eggs. It wasn't even worthy of a photo, but at least it tasted better than mine.
Nothing annoys me more than having to pay for a shit meal, rubbish service and an overall terrible experience. We could have made both of our meals 100% better at home. I will not be recommending BlueBird Café to any one and will certainly not be going back to give them a chance to prove themselves. If the cafe is anything to go by I will be steering clear of their restaurant. I can only assume that they are paying big money to feature on Made In Chelsea so many times to try and get the place filled because it doesn't even deserve one star (hmmm maybe for the environment, but certainly not for service or food). Good riddance Bluebird! Yuck.
