Crap meals outI'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.
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chthonic, Thu 27 Apr 2006, 14:22)
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What's in a Name?For many years I called myself a vegetarian. This appellation was both incorrect, and disconcerting: I readily ate fish and eggs (but not "meat"), and I weigh over 23 stone (330 pounds for fellow yanks). Vegetarian was the easiest way to explain why I was ordering the salad as an entree instead of the steak.
I had recently discovered the joy of sushi, and was busily sampling different sushi restaurants in the New York City area. I'd encountered a lovely special item at one shop, the Scallops sushi. Scallops wrapped in nori, topped with mayonnaise & pepper, lightly toasted.
The next night, I asked the sushi chef at a new restaurant if they had Scallops. He sadly said no, but helpfully suggested Razor Clams instead. I obligingly agreed to the substitution, then sat in thought, wondering just how Razor Clams could substitute for Scallops. Turning to the menu, I read that the specialty of this particular sushi restaurant was "Live Scallops". Just as I realized my horrible mistake, I was presented with a tray with two juicy, wriggling pieces of clam nested on rice.
What could I do, but pop one into my mouth, and proceed to eat the poor thing. Then again with the second one.
After that, I no longer claim to be a Vegetarian. Pretty much the height of carnivorous behaviour -- killing your meal with your own teeth.
(, Thu 27 Apr 2006, 21:46, Reply)
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