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 Pride of Bilbao
I had the misfortune to be stuck on a ferry for 36 hours watching dire cabaret with chav families. I also had the misfortune not to have thought of bringing enough sandwiches to last the trip, and thus found myself eating a nasty chicken korma in the canteen.
It wasn't that bad at the time - stodgy, overpriced and devoid of nutritional value, but by no means poisonous...or so I thought.
Fast forward to the following morning, when I curled off a noxious pile of pure filth. I'm only 5ft2, and would never have guessed that the bowels of such a little person could have contained the sheer quantity of excrement that came out of them. The smell was so bad I was forced to take my top off to cover my mouth and nose. It was like shitting radioactive waste.
I have no idea what was in that curry and the possibility that my body might actually have absorbed some of those toxins horrifies me to this day.
( , Wed 3 May 2006, 13:10, Reply)
I had the misfortune to be stuck on a ferry for 36 hours watching dire cabaret with chav families. I also had the misfortune not to have thought of bringing enough sandwiches to last the trip, and thus found myself eating a nasty chicken korma in the canteen.
It wasn't that bad at the time - stodgy, overpriced and devoid of nutritional value, but by no means poisonous...or so I thought.
Fast forward to the following morning, when I curled off a noxious pile of pure filth. I'm only 5ft2, and would never have guessed that the bowels of such a little person could have contained the sheer quantity of excrement that came out of them. The smell was so bad I was forced to take my top off to cover my mouth and nose. It was like shitting radioactive waste.
I have no idea what was in that curry and the possibility that my body might actually have absorbed some of those toxins horrifies me to this day.
( , Wed 3 May 2006, 13:10, Reply)
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