I always think eating out is a small party: nicely...

I always think eating out is a small party: nicely dressed, handsome shoe, well cut, etc. I would also like to go by car, because otherwise the outfit will often perish in the Dutch climate. Thus arrived on Mother's Day at the entrance of the parking garage. Ground floor was full and went on to deck C. Parked there and looking for the elevator: noppes. Followed signs Hotel, to a stairwell, 2 stairs down, were on level -1. All the way to the other side, then stairs in a dirty stairwell and finally an elevator that led to the reception. Not exactly what you expect from a reception at a star hotel. Then at the reception in the queue (behind various checkers) to get the parking ticket stamped. Then to our table. Wijntje ordered and looked into the card. Not really an extensive menu and I found it difficult to choose (I don't like pasta, or liver, or duck; it came up in many dishes) Ultimately with partner opted for an extensive fish dish for 2 people (32.50) The description was grandiose with salmon mousse. It turned out to be the size and volume of a button. The quality of the fish was good but nothing was done with it: no sauce, decoration, or other bells or whistles. Afterwards my hubby had the tuna dish and I decided, for the sake of poverty, to have a Wings meal salad. In the meantime we had waited 25 minutes for the main course and even with 10 minutes of empty glasses. After I drew the attention of the restaurant manager to that, additional donations were made (I always thought that was part of the position). The dishes arrived. With the tuna 2 upright rolls with a tasteless filling; the tuna was practically cold. The Wings salad was a pile of tuna mixed with some bell pepper, a few beans and onion rings, then some pieces of tuna next to it and on top of that a tuft of curly lettuce. Hubby mentioned when asked that the tuna was cold. Was taken and there came the restaurant manager: You have comments on the tuna. Well he is cold, I don't think so. Strange comment: I really can't imagine that. Whether he would lie about it. When asked if it was okay with me, I replied that I had expected something completely different: a good amount of tuna, but hardly any greetings; it was a salad here?!. Yes, that's the way we serve it. When I asked my husband if he wanted a different dish, with the remark that the tuna has run out, my husband decided, considering that we had waited so long for the main course, not to take one. While he grabbed my plate, he said: then you certainly don't want to anymore ....?! Anyway, a strange experience. We eat on average once a week outside the door, but never experienced this. After another tour through corridors, parking, stairs and lifts (parking deck C is indicated nowhere (!!)) we went home disappointed despite the fact that we only had to pay for the drinks.