Pluck a Duck
Went with the missus to a Chinese restaurant in the city that came very highly reccommended from an Asian mate of mine, and looking well forward to it - when the time came I ordered myself the cripsy duck - one of my very favourite dishes of nosh in any cusisine!

Duck comes out and I start hoeing in....but had to stop every few moments to pick bits of 'grit' out of the mouthfuls duck flesh...but being hungry and figuring it was little bones I thought little of it - and kept eating and picking.

Then the missus asks for a try of a bit of my duck, so I hand it over - and 2nd mouthful in, she makes a face...picks a bit of 'grit' out of her mouth....inspects the duck closesly and exclaims "Oh my GOD! It's still got FEATHERS on it!!!"

And so it did - most of the feathery bits had been burned off in the cooking process - but there - on the skin - were numerous hard end bits of the feather stalks - a few even still with a few charred - but unmistakably feathery ends left on them! The bastards hadn't plucked the fucken duck (Say that 10 times quickly after a dozen pints) properly!!

Worse still - when I called the waiter over to complain - he couldn't understand me - and after 5 minutes of what must have looked hilarious (for other nearby diners) pantomime to get him to understand the word 'Feathers' - he just shrugged. Didn't care.

I also complained to another waitress who feigned the whole 'No English' thing - despite the fact I had very clearly seen & heard her talking English to the diners at another nearby table earlier.

Needless to say - we were less than impressed and got the DUCK out of there after that and didn't order dessert.

Bastards.
(Ecky Thump Mozzarella you eh?!, Sat 29 Apr 2006, 11:04, Reply)