Crap meals outI'd chosen to take my in-laws to one of my favourite restaurants, only to discover it had changed hands the week before. We waited half an hour to get menus. The waitress broke the cork in the wine we ordered. She got our order wrong. The food was luke-warm, mine was overcooked, the rest was undercooked. After waiting another 40 minutes for the last course, we were told that we couldn't have any as the chef had "forgotten to de-frost the puddings".
Let's just say they didn't get a tip. Tell us of your crap meals out.
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chthonic, Thu 27 Apr 2006, 14:22)
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Fish-head boyWhen I was about 6, my parents decided to take me and my younger sister on holiday to Majorca.
The place we stayed at was a shithole. I can't remember where it was or what it was called, but one thing I do remember was that the swimming pool was full of lizards. The hotel served food, but after our first (and only) meal there we decided to eat out in resturants for the rest of the holiday, seeing as we didn't want to catch e-coli.
Now, about halfway through the week's stay we visted a slightly posh resturant. Being typical English tourists we had absorbed very little of the local language, and so I ordered something which I could only interpret as to having something to do with fish.
After placing our order, we were chatting away merrily, waiting for our food to be prepared. My parent's dishes were brought first, then my sister's.
Then IT came.
Three fish heads. On a plate. Surrounded by various forrin veg.
STARING at me. With their DEAD FISHY EYES.
I promptly ran outside in tears and was sick in a big clay flowerpot.
My parents called me fish-head boy for a long time after that. Thankfully they've either forgotten the incident or have observed the wave of nausea that passes over my face whenever they mention it.
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Lightguy hail satan, Thu 27 Apr 2006, 17:00,
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