We conduct retail training sessions in Wollongong and Nowra
which necessitates an overnight stay in a motel. I was fortunate to discover
what has now become one of my favourite places in Wollongong. Usually – at 8
pm, I am not in the mood for a heavy dinner, but one night, after a
particularly gruelling day without a decent meal I visited the restaurant
attached to the Motel. What an experience!
Some examples of extreme service are now clouded in history
and it is uncertain as to whether it ever happened: South Western airlines famously
picked up a customer that was running on the runway to make his ride, and Nordstrom’s
exchanging a used tyre that a customer brought back, are just two such
examples.
But this one is real: I was served by Angie at Downtown
Motel, in Crown Street; and boy is this girl amazing!
I arrived soon after two other gentlemen, and watched as she
greeted one (about 80 years old) with a hearty kiss, then she greeted the other
gentlemen with a kiss (about 60 years old)who turns out to be the son of the other
gentleman. The welcome was so warm and engaging, I had to ask if she knew them.
They were not related at all but they both were regular
customers. I noted that she did not offer or serve the younger gentleman a
drink, and established later that, without having to ask, she knew that he was
on standby, waiting for a patient to deliver a baby; but was equally determined
to keep the regular appointment with his dad. They had been visiting there for
years. The older gentlemen’s wife had passed away a few years ago but they kept
returning to the restaurant.
I noticed that the older gentleman had order crumbed lamb chops.
It was not on the menu, and I asked Angie later how she did that. She said when
they book; the chef especially shops for lamb cutlets and prepares it according
to his wife’s recipe. She asked if there
was anything special I would like that wasn’t on the menu.
She remembered to offer me a Sauvignon Blanc (one month later, after only one vist) but that wasn't what blew me away! On this visit- exactly one month later, on a Tuesday - the two gentlemen were both
there again and of course I was going to watch everything with a hawk eye. The gynaecologist
turns out to be a diabetic. He often comes straight from the hospital to honour
his commitment to his dad, and occasionally forgets to eat and then needs his
insulin injection - and ANGIE KEEPS A SPARE INSULIN INJECTION IN THE FRIDGE! Properly
sealed, marked, identified in a special holder inside the fridge at the bar
counter – supplied by the doctor of course. And Angie even knows how to
administer it.
Now THAT is extreme service.
This woman understands people, and she cares for people. She
truly understands the meaning of the word ‘hospitality’, and her customers regularly
come back for that “fix of love and giving”.
And bloody oath, Downtown Motel is where I will be staying
next time I am in town. Wouldn’t you?
Posted by Moonyeen
Note: Angie does not know that I am writing this, and
probably does not read blogs.