I enjoyed some special cake at Jenny's, then headed to Xtabi again for a meal. In all my visits, I had never enjoyed one of their famous conch sandwiches.
The conch sandwich was indeed great, but their was a new server working, and the service was pathetically poor. He got my drink wrong -- alcohol instead of being a virgin smoothie as ordered -- plus the conch sandwich had mayo and all this stuff after I very specifically called for a dry bun, and then another waiter asked me to move to a different table though there was no one and I mean NO ONE else on the whole property, AND the first server made a mistake on the bill (in my favor!) that I fixed for him to be nice.
The server was smiling and repeating "no problem mon, no problem mon, no problem mon" the whole time, and I laughed my way through the whole misadventure. But the whole thing did turn me off a bit because I think peeps should take pride in what they do, ESPECIALLY when you're the only patron in the restaurant.
OK, rant over. Wait, one more thing: Earlier in the week, at Bourbon Beach, they also mistakenly put alcohol in my smoothie. There, the server said it was my fault, but Margi was sitting right next to me and totally called out the server, saying she heard loud and clear that I had ordered it with no alcohol.
Service in Negril is a mixed bag. You must be tolerant or you'll drive yourself crazy.
Guirigay arrived later, and together we hung out with Brasi for a mini-roof party above the new rooms. You can just see the sun setting into the ocean from up there. We had pizza and enjoyed drinks up there.
I drove each one back to Catcha Gardens separately on my scooter.
We had plans to meet later at Catcha for dessert, but I conked out and fell asleep.
The next day, they admitted they had fallen asleep, too, so it was all good.
Tomorrow I go home. I will miss Negril, but I miss my little daughters back home, too. I'll be ready to return to Los Angeles.





I was hoping you'd still be on the rock and we could surprise you with a visit!

