Crap meals out
I'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.
( , Thu 27 Apr 2006, 14:22)
I'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.
( , Thu 27 Apr 2006, 14:22)
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Anyone who's ever eaten at Branwen's will know of the pain I describe - Am I the only one who ate the ribs? Well, I say "ate", I mean "looked with horror on the bits of skin clinging grimly to the bones floating in grease". Not so much a meal as a vulture-ravaged month-old desert corpse.
Another meal I try not to remember comes from the worrying (albeit semi-comatose) mind of a colleague by the name of Sleepy Nick. Being a year older than the rest of us in res (and therefore wiser, right?), I actually listened to his recommendation of gravy and pasta...Suffice to say I regret it still. Damn you Sleepy.
( , Fri 28 Apr 2006, 15:04, Reply)
Anyone who's ever eaten at Branwen's will know of the pain I describe - Am I the only one who ate the ribs? Well, I say "ate", I mean "looked with horror on the bits of skin clinging grimly to the bones floating in grease". Not so much a meal as a vulture-ravaged month-old desert corpse.
Another meal I try not to remember comes from the worrying (albeit semi-comatose) mind of a colleague by the name of Sleepy Nick. Being a year older than the rest of us in res (and therefore wiser, right?), I actually listened to his recommendation of gravy and pasta...Suffice to say I regret it still. Damn you Sleepy.
( , Fri 28 Apr 2006, 15:04, Reply)
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