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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Bella Pasta and the Sauciest Waiter Ever
The missus and I found ourselves in the Bella Pasta on London's glittering Shaftsbury Avenue a few weeks ago. The food was aces and the wine... Well, the wine helped us block out the inevitable tramp who ambled in halfway through to grunt "Rose for the lady?". Wanting just a swift bite before we dashed off to enjoy the capital, our bill came to precisely £30.
When it came to pay, I handed the waiter two £20 notes and he strutted off to bring my change. About five minutes later, he slunk back up to me with a £10 note on a tray.
"You, err... You want the ten?" he asked.
Strangely enough, a 33% tip wasn't on offer.
( , Wed 3 May 2006, 16:57, Reply)
The missus and I found ourselves in the Bella Pasta on London's glittering Shaftsbury Avenue a few weeks ago. The food was aces and the wine... Well, the wine helped us block out the inevitable tramp who ambled in halfway through to grunt "Rose for the lady?". Wanting just a swift bite before we dashed off to enjoy the capital, our bill came to precisely £30.
When it came to pay, I handed the waiter two £20 notes and he strutted off to bring my change. About five minutes later, he slunk back up to me with a £10 note on a tray.
"You, err... You want the ten?" he asked.
Strangely enough, a 33% tip wasn't on offer.
( , Wed 3 May 2006, 16:57, Reply)
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