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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When I was a nipper
On a youth orchestra tour in Venice, myself and a few fellow musicians went on a jaunt to a Chinese restaurant. Don't ask me why we were eating Chinese in Venice, it wasn't my idea. Anyway, we were halfway through our meal when someone became slightly peturbed at the black thing in the sweet and sour sauce. Further inspection revealed a dead cockroach.
We beckoned the waitress over. Far from being apologetic/mortified/getting the manager to grovel and give us a free meal, she simply looked slightly annoyed, took it back to the kitchen and brought us another one.
I reckon she'd just fished the cockroach out and brought the same sauce back to the table.
At least it wasn't alive.
( , Tue 2 May 2006, 13:23, Reply)
On a youth orchestra tour in Venice, myself and a few fellow musicians went on a jaunt to a Chinese restaurant. Don't ask me why we were eating Chinese in Venice, it wasn't my idea. Anyway, we were halfway through our meal when someone became slightly peturbed at the black thing in the sweet and sour sauce. Further inspection revealed a dead cockroach.
We beckoned the waitress over. Far from being apologetic/mortified/getting the manager to grovel and give us a free meal, she simply looked slightly annoyed, took it back to the kitchen and brought us another one.
I reckon she'd just fished the cockroach out and brought the same sauce back to the table.
At least it wasn't alive.
( , Tue 2 May 2006, 13:23, Reply)
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