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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This QOTW has dredged up a childhood trauma, thanks guys.....
On the way home from a week-long school trip, our coachload of 10 year olds stopped off for a pre-arranged cafe lunch.
All went well until the desserts arrived.
They had run out of ice cream, so two people had to have mousse.
Well, this was 35 years ago when ice cream was thin on the ground and mousse sounded impossibly exotic, so I bravely volunteered.
I was sorry when everyone else got a knickerbocker glory - assorted ice cream, cherry, whipped cream - and I got a small unadorned oblong of bland pink cold stuff.
It has only just, this very minute, occurred to me that if the teachers had the same meal, one of them could've swapped with me.
Fat greedy bastards.
( , Thu 4 May 2006, 8:42, Reply)
On the way home from a week-long school trip, our coachload of 10 year olds stopped off for a pre-arranged cafe lunch.
All went well until the desserts arrived.
They had run out of ice cream, so two people had to have mousse.
Well, this was 35 years ago when ice cream was thin on the ground and mousse sounded impossibly exotic, so I bravely volunteered.
I was sorry when everyone else got a knickerbocker glory - assorted ice cream, cherry, whipped cream - and I got a small unadorned oblong of bland pink cold stuff.
It has only just, this very minute, occurred to me that if the teachers had the same meal, one of them could've swapped with me.
Fat greedy bastards.
( , Thu 4 May 2006, 8:42, Reply)
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