Hyatt, Birmingham
A business meeting so we chose the Hyatt. Nice airy lounge with plenty of tables ( and free electricity).
Installed ourselves at a table but within 15 minutes 5 people had arrived on the next table who all opened and plugged in their laptops and then all started smoking. Frigging hell - it's only 1030am. Thought of moving but resisted the urge. Despatched several black looks in their direction but they didn't get the hint. Carried on talking about budgets.
Lunch arrived and without warning 50 Estee Lauder reps descended from the first floor for their lunch. Bit like a scene in Eyes wide open except they were all dressed (in black). Worse was to follow. Every table in the lounge was suddenly full of Estee lauder reps smoking as if their lives depended on it (oxymoronic, zeugma or just plain litotes?). Don't they know that non smokers can smell a smoker a mile off. The last thing I want when I'm considering how beautiful I look and an Estee Lauder rep leans over me to squeeze a zit and apply a bit of foundation is the foul smelling stench of old smoked tobacco.
Estee darling - get a life, wake up and smell the stale tobacco and institute a policy that beauty reps shouldn't smell like ashtrays. You might find that people respect your stance. (either that or watch profits go down the ashtray). Nothing worse than a really attractive woman smelling like a worn out camel.
Caesar salad in a pitta bread. £6-50. Reasonable but the dressing supplied seemed suspiciously like Tartare Sauce.
Installed ourselves at a table but within 15 minutes 5 people had arrived on the next table who all opened and plugged in their laptops and then all started smoking. Frigging hell - it's only 1030am. Thought of moving but resisted the urge. Despatched several black looks in their direction but they didn't get the hint. Carried on talking about budgets.
Lunch arrived and without warning 50 Estee Lauder reps descended from the first floor for their lunch. Bit like a scene in Eyes wide open except they were all dressed (in black). Worse was to follow. Every table in the lounge was suddenly full of Estee lauder reps smoking as if their lives depended on it (oxymoronic, zeugma or just plain litotes?). Don't they know that non smokers can smell a smoker a mile off. The last thing I want when I'm considering how beautiful I look and an Estee Lauder rep leans over me to squeeze a zit and apply a bit of foundation is the foul smelling stench of old smoked tobacco.
Estee darling - get a life, wake up and smell the stale tobacco and institute a policy that beauty reps shouldn't smell like ashtrays. You might find that people respect your stance. (either that or watch profits go down the ashtray). Nothing worse than a really attractive woman smelling like a worn out camel.
Caesar salad in a pitta bread. £6-50. Reasonable but the dressing supplied seemed suspiciously like Tartare Sauce.
posted by Julius Caesar at
8:08 pm
