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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Orange Squash
As a kid we used to go to Abersoch in Wales every year for our summer holidays. Every year we'd stop off in the same godforsaken Little Chef for some wooden food.
When I was about 8 we sat down for our usual crap food. I had a glass of orange squash with a straw.
I sucked up a straw full of squash, and very carefully and surreptitiously placed the other end of the straw by my father's earhole.
And blew. Hard.
Apparently the dulcet tones of 'Arrgh you fucking little cunt' followed by a clout round the back of the head is frowned upon in Little Chef eateries and we had to leave.
Me and dad still don't talk about the incident, though my step-mum thinks its hilarious.
( , Thu 27 Apr 2006, 21:06, Reply)
As a kid we used to go to Abersoch in Wales every year for our summer holidays. Every year we'd stop off in the same godforsaken Little Chef for some wooden food.
When I was about 8 we sat down for our usual crap food. I had a glass of orange squash with a straw.
I sucked up a straw full of squash, and very carefully and surreptitiously placed the other end of the straw by my father's earhole.
And blew. Hard.
Apparently the dulcet tones of 'Arrgh you fucking little cunt' followed by a clout round the back of the head is frowned upon in Little Chef eateries and we had to leave.
Me and dad still don't talk about the incident, though my step-mum thinks its hilarious.
( , Thu 27 Apr 2006, 21:06, Reply)
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