The Fair O'Blair

This is a black shop, how can I say that? We came to this town with a tour group. When we arrived, it was around 7pm. We went to the hotel room to take a shower and came out. There were no restaurants nearby at that time. The town was very quiet. In addition, the tour guide asked us to eat at the steak house next to the hotel (that is, this restaurant). Who knew that we were cheated. Everyone had to line up at the bar by themselves. There were waiters there to help you order, place orders, and collect money. I would never have thought that such a thing would happen, so I didn't have any defense. When the waiter (a young girl) told me how much the total amount was, I gave her the big tree. I planned to give her coins for the decimals. Because the light in the store was very dim, and I hadn't learned how to read British coins yet, I just grabbed a handful and let her take it herself. She grabbed a handful of my coins and put them in her own hand. She counted them hypocritically, and then poured all the coins into the cash register at once with a bang, and said to me that it was just right. At this moment, I didn't realize anything, I just thought to myself, it's impossible to count them exactly, a bunch of coins, the face value is not small. But I couldn't ask her to count them again, because the money had already been put in the cash register and mixed with other money, there was no way to count them again. Later, the next day, I heard other group members talking about this restaurant. Everyone said that they felt that they cheated tourists to varying degrees. I was convinced that they really did this. I always thought that people in foreign countries are usually very honest and friendly, but who knew that they would be tarnished by this restaurant.