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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The Pharoah's RevengeAhh, Egypt. I hae a lovely time in Luxor, me.
Quite a few English people, after eating in Egypt, suffer from the trots at one level of severity or another. Nurse When had very mild trots, nothing at all serious.
Me? I was different. I got constipated. After a few days of roaming around tombs, temples and the swimming pool I began to feel somewhat uncomfortable - as you would not shitting for 72 hours. Nurse When duly toddled off to the local Pharmacy for me, whilst I lay on the bed with my guts hurting like hell. After the Pharmacist had gone out the back, rummaged in the back of a drawer, and blown the dust off a packet of laxatives Nurse When returned.
I took my pill and after a further day, and an ENORMOUS nutty floater, I was back to normal! With one day left of our week's holiday, I went out for a slap up meal to celebrate.
"One veal piccata, please, my good man."
Did I say "Veal Piccata" or "Veal Piccata, hold the Amoebic Dysentry?"
Five days and 10Kg later, I couldn't remember either.
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Doctor When May your wife shat and chipper, Thu 27 Apr 2006, 15:20,
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