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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moody chinkie!
Was in a chinkie' up north somewhere, town escapes me, but I suspect Barnsley. In the restuarant with my sister, girlfriend and father. Now my father is not chinese and we all I assume have a level of expectancy from a chinese restuarant. Any way, as we sit in this large emporium that can sit 100, and has about 15 people in there, the food arrives, my father sees the dishes and announces to us "the chefs a cunt!" Head waiter hears this and asks, "Did you call the chef a cunt?" At which the father follows up with "No, I want to know what cunt called him a chef!!" At which point we were asked to leave......I love stuff like that.....
( , Sun 30 Apr 2006, 1:57, Reply)
Was in a chinkie' up north somewhere, town escapes me, but I suspect Barnsley. In the restuarant with my sister, girlfriend and father. Now my father is not chinese and we all I assume have a level of expectancy from a chinese restuarant. Any way, as we sit in this large emporium that can sit 100, and has about 15 people in there, the food arrives, my father sees the dishes and announces to us "the chefs a cunt!" Head waiter hears this and asks, "Did you call the chef a cunt?" At which the father follows up with "No, I want to know what cunt called him a chef!!" At which point we were asked to leave......I love stuff like that.....
( , Sun 30 Apr 2006, 1:57, Reply)
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