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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It's bloody true...
Was living in the US at the time, and had some friends from Blighty over to visit. Being close to Vegas we decided to visit to sample all the local delights. It seems like every casino has a buffet, so we do as the Vegans do, and join the buffet at Circvs Maximvs or some similar hellhole. Buffet consisted of lots of different types of meat (carvery), wilted salad, dry pasta and those deserts that have a really high shine to them. All was fine until I just get outside the casino, when I get the most heinous stomach cramps. Cue a rabid sprint to the toilet (and if you've been to Vegas you'll know things are deliberately NOT signposted very well) where I just about make it to unload my large intestine at a speed approaching MACH2. The smell was so bad, it felt like it was the end of the world.
Still, I was somewhat tickled to hear my chum dash in about 30 seconds later, and suffer the familiar groan, splash, groan "urgh" pattern. Every time I go to any sort of buffet now, my bowels do a little flip and I automatically check out where the nearest loo is.
Oh, I also had an apple from a supermarket in Los Angeles which I didn't wash very well. That knocked me out for 24hours.
And they have the nerve to call our food shit.
( , Tue 2 May 2006, 13:34, Reply)
Was living in the US at the time, and had some friends from Blighty over to visit. Being close to Vegas we decided to visit to sample all the local delights. It seems like every casino has a buffet, so we do as the Vegans do, and join the buffet at Circvs Maximvs or some similar hellhole. Buffet consisted of lots of different types of meat (carvery), wilted salad, dry pasta and those deserts that have a really high shine to them. All was fine until I just get outside the casino, when I get the most heinous stomach cramps. Cue a rabid sprint to the toilet (and if you've been to Vegas you'll know things are deliberately NOT signposted very well) where I just about make it to unload my large intestine at a speed approaching MACH2. The smell was so bad, it felt like it was the end of the world.
Still, I was somewhat tickled to hear my chum dash in about 30 seconds later, and suffer the familiar groan, splash, groan "urgh" pattern. Every time I go to any sort of buffet now, my bowels do a little flip and I automatically check out where the nearest loo is.
Oh, I also had an apple from a supermarket in Los Angeles which I didn't wash very well. That knocked me out for 24hours.
And they have the nerve to call our food shit.
( , Tue 2 May 2006, 13:34, Reply)
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