I can’t stand unnecessary waiting. It drives me crazy. I’m always on time, usually a few minutes early, and in Negril everything takes too long, and the whole scenario messes with my zen. When I go to restaurants, I call ahead like I’m gonna do a takeout, then I arrive and say I will eat it here after all. I just see no reason to sit on a plastic chair for an hour to wait for a pizza.

Maybe I need a vacation or something?

So that’s what I did at Sunrise. Ahh Bees had promised me it was the place for a real Italian-style pizza. I had never set foot in the joint – I rarely do the morass side for anything if I can help it – but with the eagerness of a young bird ready for flight, I gave it my best shot in my everlasting journey to find pizza in Jamaica as good as the pies served in big cities in America like New York, Los Angeles and, dare I even think it, Chicago.

The other problem is getting enough water. I like to drink five or six glasses of water, one after the other, when I dine. If you do the math, that’s one cup every seven minutes or so for a 40 minute dining experience, maybe more if the it’s a small glass. In the USA, especially at nice restaurants, they understand this. At Sandals, if I recall, they understand this. On seven-mile beach, and on the Cliffs, they don’t understand this. And I feel like such a pest asking and asking and asking for more water, and I am sure if I requested a pitcher, they would like at me like I am from Mars.

Plus, I hate being ignored for more than five minutes once I first sit down. I need something – a menu, a water, a “be right with ya.” Several times during this particularly reach, I visited an establishment – me, gerryg123, king of the 100k reports – and went unnoticed for 15 minutes or so and just bailed. This happened at Whoopies and LTU and a few other places. I would rather not publicly complain on this forum, but I feel like it’s my obligation to do so to put all the “ya-mon-this-is-great” stuff in perspective.

Oh, I am not a fool. If there are a lot of people around, I understand I have to wait my turn. But if I ask a server for a drink and she first spends five minutes returning to continue stacking the knives and forks in perfect order, that’s not OK with me.

I’m not boorish, and perhaps not even over-demanding, but I do prefer excellent service.

Not that Sunrise Club was guilty of all this – just the water part – but we’re getting to the end of the report, so I thought I would put it out there.

Also, my loyalty to Famous Vincent is unquestioned. But of the 10 times or so that we met at Seasplash for snorkeling, he left me waiting an average of 30 minutes; that’s five hours of vacation time I could have been doing something else.

So like I said, and maybe it’s a character defect and something I need to work on, but I do NOT like waiting for people when I’m the one spending money and they’re the ones profiting.

OK, rant over. The Sunrise pizza was very good, but not good enough. The cheese and sauce is OK, but something about the crust. Even if they make it homemade in Jamaica, and even if they use similar fire ovens to the ones in the USA, it just doesn’t come out super perfect. I like pizza that is a 10 out of 10. Jamaica can only do eight out of ten. And the best is Angelas, though again, it’s not perfect cause the crust is too thin, plus it’s nearly the double the price of other places (Sunrise was only ten dollars, what a deal!).