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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the pho story...
much hungover and still drunk from the night before, my friends decide to go for breakfast at a Pho restraurant.
Being the idiot I usually am in this state, I order the 'special' dish written only in Chinese. The waiter asks me politely several times if that is really what I want. Of course I say yes.
So the food comes and I look down at this plate of gooey mystery meat in a soup. Ok, it can't be too bad. I have several spoonfuls...
It took a while for my taste buds to send a message to my brain that this was not what the body needed. Cheeks puff out, everyone moves away, the waiter points to the back of the restaurant - I understand this message - and I go running to toilet and spew everywhere.
I sit down, I order a glass of water and the mean continued without incident.
And yes, I learned a lesson that time.
( , Tue 2 May 2006, 9:59, Reply)
much hungover and still drunk from the night before, my friends decide to go for breakfast at a Pho restraurant.
Being the idiot I usually am in this state, I order the 'special' dish written only in Chinese. The waiter asks me politely several times if that is really what I want. Of course I say yes.
So the food comes and I look down at this plate of gooey mystery meat in a soup. Ok, it can't be too bad. I have several spoonfuls...
It took a while for my taste buds to send a message to my brain that this was not what the body needed. Cheeks puff out, everyone moves away, the waiter points to the back of the restaurant - I understand this message - and I go running to toilet and spew everywhere.
I sit down, I order a glass of water and the mean continued without incident.
And yes, I learned a lesson that time.
( , Tue 2 May 2006, 9:59, Reply)
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