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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Havana in LiverpoolI'd been there before with colleagues, and had a great time, so a few months later went back with a different friend. We got a table, eventually managed to order a bottle of wine from the waitress (who was too busy drinking her own red wine with her friends to bother much with us) and ordered our meal. Nice and simple, garlic bread to start, fajitas for the main.
Well, 40 mins later and we're both pretty hungry, and the wine is about two thirds gone (we were trying to save it for the meal, but gave up). The waitress staggers over with the fajitas. When we asked what had happened to our garlic bread starter, we got told "oh, it got given to another table." which was apparently perfectly ok with the tipsy waitress.
Then we look at our meals. Now, as you'll know, fajitas arrive on a sizzling dish, and is a mix of chicken, onions and peppers cooked in spices. What we actually got was a plate of raw peppers with a sliced chicken breast on top, sprinkled with parsley. What's more, the tortillas themselves were frozen in the middle instead of warm, and the plate of guacamole etc wouldn't have fed an anorexic field mouse.
I looked at my friend, and pronounced the food shite. Then we decided just to leave. Not complain, not struggle to force down the "food" presented to us, not pay and slip out grumbling, just leave. So we stood up and started to put our coats on.
Out of nowhere a manager turns up, and asks if there's a problem. We point to the crap we've been served, and say we're not happy so we're going to leave. The poor woman tried to apologise, offered us different food etc. We told her that we didn't think their kitchen was capable of producing edible food, and we were hungry and had decided to go elsewhere. She even offered to let us finish the wine before leaving (the wee dribble in the bottom of the bottle).
We went round the corner to a lovely indian restaurant, cue another bottle of wine and a curry, and all was groovy.
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(, Sat 29 Apr 2006, 1:12, Reply)
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