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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croutons?
in 1991 I worked the kitchen George and Dragon Hotel near Exeter.
One Sunday morning the chef was preparing a huge vat of soup, to be served as a starter to everyone who ordered a Sunday roast.
We'd both been out the night before necking e's and whizz, but the smell of roasting pig flesh was getting to him more then me; he was turning greener by the second. He leant forward and puked a nasty green liquid into the soup, looked around and thinking no-one had seen, stirred it in.
I never eat out unless the kitchen is an open design
( , Sun 30 Apr 2006, 0:08, Reply)
in 1991 I worked the kitchen George and Dragon Hotel near Exeter.
One Sunday morning the chef was preparing a huge vat of soup, to be served as a starter to everyone who ordered a Sunday roast.
We'd both been out the night before necking e's and whizz, but the smell of roasting pig flesh was getting to him more then me; he was turning greener by the second. He leant forward and puked a nasty green liquid into the soup, looked around and thinking no-one had seen, stirred it in.
I never eat out unless the kitchen is an open design
( , Sun 30 Apr 2006, 0:08, Reply)
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