Temple Bar

Die Station ist wegen Umbauarbeiten geschlossen… Wir haben und so viel vorgenommen und das hat es alles durcheinander gebracht,.

I very much wanted to like this café. I really did. It had only been two days earlier that I was telling Qyper Urbanite that there is a need for moocards with one star to let people know that you are having to write a stinking review. Otherwise you have to write them, print them off and take them to the place you review to let them know you have told the world that they suck on the Internet for everyone to read. This is what I will do for the Temple Bar café.
As I began, I wanted to like this place with its Coke branded promotion offering cheeseburger, chips and a fizzy brown drink for four pounds demanding my attention as I go through the ticket barriers at Temple tube station. On the front door is a notice about their milkshakes. They come in Bounty, Kinder, Oreo and other such yummy flavours. I so want one, but on this occasion I am feeling ill and I dont really have time to take advantage of the 16 or so seats they have as I still have to walk to work from here at present.
I digress, why am I giving this place the lowest award? It is because of the following REAL exchange:
I walk in from the tube station, late for work, feeling ill and looking pasty. An Italian accented man greets me and asks me what I want I reply Something small a roll with filing just to get me feeling human by the time I get to work five minutes away I say in reply. Then the man talks me though all of the fillings, I look, think and look and think again and he says hey, I look after you, you can have any one of these, very nice. I look at the menu and every roll with filling is under £2 and I feel two pound coins bouncing around my fingers in my pocket. I can afford any of these. Hungover cure and a new favourite venue to boot I start to think.
So I choose a chicken with peppers that looks appetising, juicy and healthy as it has no mayo. Again he asks what do you want this on? a roll please I repeat. After the charade of butter (yes please) in the sandwich and salt and pepper on the filling, I ask for salad and he adds it like he is annoyed because he has not left room for it. There was room, the portion was far from generous. Sliced, wrapped in a bag with a twist it rest on the table top and here comes the sucker punch £3.80 he says.
I somehow institivly reach for my pocket and pull out a fiver alomst unable and or unwiling to make a fuss. He takes it from my hand with speedy vigour and I realise he has seen me coming and mugged me. I clear my poor throat and ask Excuse me, why is it so expensive? The reply astounded me. 30p extra for salad innit. What? I say I asked for a roll, all of the rolls on the menu are under £2 pointing at the menu over his shoulder behind the counter. Yes, well I give you bap and you pay extra for bap I answer I don’t want a bap and then the man who says I look after you, you can have any one of these earlier looks into his chiller cabinet and shrugs his shoulders before looking up and starting to serve the next customer in line.
Looking at one of the two girls who have been busy serving other customers I see one of them can tell my discomfort and gives me a knowing smile but does not stop to help. Thinking weather to ask for my money back, but knowing I am not wanting to buy anything here instead if I reject this sandwich. I decide to walk away and write a review based upon the food. The food was rough. Actually made me throw up in a bin. It tasted a bit like sick before it came back up. No wonder why other sandwich bar dont do the same fillings as Temple Bar café. Temple bar is not a good sandwich bar this confirms.
So in short, I left this place feeling conned and fully taken advantage of. I really wanted to like the café place inside Temple tube station, but the food was horrid. Be aware of this outlet and the tricks employed. Avoid and tell your friends to avoid too. I would rather recommend you wait 15 minutes for chips next door in Walkabout.