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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At least it didn't go off in my faceI had a visit to the States a short while ago to see a friend of mine (a NON-weirdo I met on the interweb). I find eating out in much of America (well, the bits I've been too) quite intimidating. Just too much... FOOD. Salads in tortilla dustbins with two-inch thick layers of cheese. Shrimps the size of motorbikes. Burritos like rolled-up sleeping bags.
So when my friend and I took a little road trip up to Washington Island in Wisconsin, we found only three places open to eat deep fried unpleasantness. It made sense to buy for a barbecue and cook out. Baked potatos. Lean steak. Coleslaw. Yum. And the piece de resistance: cheese-filled sausages. God bless America!
Except they didn't seem so appetising when, upon reaching optimum cooked-ness, the ends burst and they ejaculated liquid cheese all over the coals and the rest of us tea.
Um. Appetite allgone.
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weebear1974 discovering the joy of cat rape since, Fri 28 Apr 2006, 13:17,
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