I was in Nanaimo this weekend visiting friends. I had a wonderful time for most of the trip. Unfortunately, I had the worst restaurant experience of my life. I have this strange phobia of being held somewhere against my will and that’s exactly what happened last night.
SOMEONE decided it’d be a great idea to have dinner at the Dinghy Dock Pub located on Protection Island which is a small Island in Nanaimo’s harbour. There are some houses there, but no stores. Just the Dinghy Dock which claims to be the only floating pub in Canada.
There were a lot of little things that really sucked about this pub, but the fact that we were faced with the possibility of spending the night there really made this the worst dining experience of our lives.
A few months back I convinced my boss to give me this Monday (today) off so I could go to Bellingham to get my social security card in time to do my US taxes. We went to the pub on the 6 p.m. ferry on Sunday night and figured if we got back on the 8 p.m. ferry I’d make my 9 p.m. ferry to Horseshoe Bay on the Mainland.
But at about 7:30 this unpleasant, apathetic waitress lumbered over to our table and lamely told us that they would not be running the 8 p.m. ferry on account of the weather.
“We don’t know when you’ll get out of here…” She said.
“I hope you brought pillows!” Yelled the skipper. I failed to see the humour in that.
I was pissed off. I was going to miss that boat and then I’d miss my ferry. My weekend was fucked. A big task that I needed to do was not going to happen because of the fucking Dinghy Dock.
Yes, they can’t control the weather, but my friend said that if they had any hint of rough seas they shouldn’t have brought us over in the first place.
So, we resigned ourselves to the fact that we were stuck there indefinitely. It was awful.
The pub staff made no attempt to improve the situation for us. Scratch that out. The waitress did make an anaemic offer for “coffee or tea or something…” but made no indication as to whether or not it was “on the house.” We thought that a free drink of some kind was in order.
So, we sat there… until about 9 when the skipper felt it was safe to cross the harbour.
We were very glad to get off that wretched pub and we felt like they just wanted to keep us hostage for a few more hours so that we’d spend money on drinks at their establishment.
The only nice thing about that pub were the other customers. When one woman saw that we were snapping photos of each other she offered to take a picture of all four of us. And later on when she saw that we were stranded another woman invited us to join her in a game of cards.
Most importantly, the skipper did a good job braving the rough seas. He got us home safely and even though it was a shitty experience at the pub I feel so grateful that we made it home safely.