Usually , if service is good, 15% attentive without smothering me 20%. The I-Slop at the Bourne Bridge incurred the wrath of hell from me. Pokey service , catsup on my coffee cup, catsup on my coffee cup after waiting 15 minutes, and oh yeah catsup for a third friggin time on my coffee cup after another 15 minute wait. Then served an un-eatible plate of what ever the hell they thought I had ordered. Guess what that tip was. Do-Da. Another tipless adventure was on a party boat out of Plymouth. After a fishless, yes fishless, boatride the mates came around with the tip jar. WTF! Go up and ask the Captain why you didn't make any tips today son. If you can wake him up.
