My partner and I had been happy enough at this club so far, until tonight, when I received dirt poor service by the young skin head boy that served me. Upon entry to the club, I was welcomed by one of the ladies at the door (they are always lovely) before going in to see what was on the menu. I was then greeted by two men behind the bar, who were having a conversation with another man on the other side of the bar (both were friendly enough, both were speaking English). The guy that served me couldn’t have been any more keen to get rid of me though. He acted like he didn’t understand half of what I said and then every time I asked to see something he just instantly assumed I wanted to spend all my credit on the one strain, which I kept having to tell him otherwise. I really enjoy seeing the flowers before I buy them, and no one has ever had a problem with showing them, but this dude was in a hurry to get back to his conversation and it couldn’t have been any more obvious. He bagged it all up, threw it on the bench in front of me and then walked back over to his buddies which just left me speechless.