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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Trevorthecat I feel your sausage-related pain.When I was young back in the 1970s my parents decided to emulate The Good Life, and become self sufficient. This was all well and good until they decided to take a pheasant from the local gamekeeper, gut it, draw it, hang it and then cook and eat it. (I was expected to participate in the eating at the age of maybe 5).
The pheasant smelt of the worst kind of bowel related hell as it hung in the garage stinking. When Mum cooked it, it smelt like freshly puked vomit. I was, obviously, not keen to eat it. She and my Dad tucked in, oblivious to the smell, until they realised it had the consitancy of old boots boiled in linament.
We scraped the remains in the bin. I forget what else we ate that night - possibly nothing, our appetites ruined by the feast we'd just passed up.
(, Fri 28 Apr 2006, 11:09, Reply)
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