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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Dinorben Arms
The blessed Dinorben Arms in north Wales used to do an all-you-can-eat buffet for a set price, so at the tender age of 13 it was my first choice for a birthday meal.
After a large meal (probably steak and chips) it was time to get serious. At the end of the table was a large glass bowl full to the brim with rich chocolate mousse. It was my birthday and the rest of the family were happy for me to have a second helping. And then a third. Closely followed by a fourth. My stomach distended by the rich chocolatey goo, something had to give. My grandad, bless him, saw what was coming and necked what was left of the pint of bitter he was holding (almost two thirds of a pint) and held the glass to my chin allowing me to spew the contents of my guts into the pint pot.
Amazingly I chucked up nearly an exact pint of sick and didn't spill a drop, allowing my grandad to take the offending liquid to the toilets to be disposed of. I felt great after that.
( , Fri 28 Apr 2006, 22:55, Reply)
The blessed Dinorben Arms in north Wales used to do an all-you-can-eat buffet for a set price, so at the tender age of 13 it was my first choice for a birthday meal.
After a large meal (probably steak and chips) it was time to get serious. At the end of the table was a large glass bowl full to the brim with rich chocolate mousse. It was my birthday and the rest of the family were happy for me to have a second helping. And then a third. Closely followed by a fourth. My stomach distended by the rich chocolatey goo, something had to give. My grandad, bless him, saw what was coming and necked what was left of the pint of bitter he was holding (almost two thirds of a pint) and held the glass to my chin allowing me to spew the contents of my guts into the pint pot.
Amazingly I chucked up nearly an exact pint of sick and didn't spill a drop, allowing my grandad to take the offending liquid to the toilets to be disposed of. I felt great after that.
( , Fri 28 Apr 2006, 22:55, Reply)
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