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Review: Andiamo


This edition is less of a review but more of a short public service. 
I used to work in Andiamo in Milngavie, that was until I was "let go" for pretending to still be on holiday in an attempt to extend my time off and then bumping into one of my supervisors in Tesco. The following Monday I was called in to hand in my apron. 

As you may expect, this left a bad taste in my mouth ever since. I have therefore brought it upon myself to expose some of the behind the scenes atrocities committed by employees. I would assume the type of stuff I saw happens in a lot of restaurants, which I have been mindful of to this day.  
Don't get me wrong the people that worked there at the time were all sound, with the exception of the manager that called me in, and I got on with them well. No names, no case. 

The most shocking thing I ever witnessed was a pizza get slid onto a plate with too much gusto it flew off the other side and on to the floor. 
Now, a brief description of how manky the floor got during service is necessary. With the porters constantly washing dishes the floor usually got wet. This, combined with dirty shoes and returning food that had missed the bin when getting scraped in worked to create a brownish hue to the originally blue/grey floor. 

This pizza landed base-side down onto the floor - the toppings were in tact and it still looked presentable. It was dabbed down the minimal amount and slapped right back on to the plate and sent out. Honestly the thought of that floor makes me gag, I can still remember the smell of it to this day.

Anyway, this has just been a short heads up and a reminder to always flip over you pizza for a full inspection before consumption. 👍👍👍👍👍
I would like to return to this edition because there's a lot to be said about the behind the scenes antics in Andiamo but I don't want to stray too off-topic from the original blog. 


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