Never Eat Sushi At A Non-Sushi Restaurant
“I went to a sushi night at a restaurant in a ski resort. My friend was already on the fence about eating sushi in a non-sushi restaurant, but the place looked fancy and their other meals had been good, so I went in to check.
The guys making the sushi were also keeping some on the side for themselves. My friend found it abhorrent, I saw no real problem with that. For all I know, I just walked in on that guy preparing his lunch break.
But then he started eating the sushi while still wearing his gloves. He even licked the soy sauce off his fingers before continuing to make new sushi. And then I noped out of there, too.”
The Chicken Was Practically Clucking
“I went to Chili’s for lunch after a doctor’s appointment with my husband.
The place is empty. We are finally seated after a ten-minute wait (it was this or nothing, and I was starving). The waiter arrives, takes our drink order (unsweet tea and Dr. Pepper) and asks what we want for appetizers (chips and skillet queso).
He never comes back. More customers arrive, maybe four tables, and he goes and sits with what we assume are friends of his. We flag down another waiter, who practically throws our drinks at us. He takes our entree order (bbq chicken and a burger), then throws those at us.
I realize we have no silverware. After trying to flag four people, my husband gets our silverware himself. I cut the chicken and am surprised it didn’t cluck and jump off my plate, it was so raw.
Our original waiter comes over and I show him the still-pulsing bird and he rolls his eyes and says, ‘It’s rare. You want me to microwave it for you?’ I explain I want it cooked through, not heated, and poultry isn’t served rare. He snatches the plate and leaves.
I never get my food back.
Meanwhile, my husband is waiting for me (he’s too polite) to eat. I finally tell him to go ahead, at which point he opens the bun and finds a fake fingernail.
We attempt to get someone’s attention so we can pay and leave, but 15 minutes later we just get up and leave. I’ve never gone to another Chili’s.”
The Knife Cut Him In The Exact Wrong Spot
“I worked at restaurants for several years. I think the one that stands out to me the most was about a year ago. I was a bartender at a sports grill and one of my coworkers was cutting the fruit we use as garnishes. He was only wearing vinyl gloves, which don’t actually offer any protection from blades.
As luck would have it, he cut himself between the fleshy part of his hand that separates the thumb from the index finger, an area that also happens to house an artery. There was blood literally spurting out of the guy’s hand. When he turned around, all this blood flew out of him and onto literally every guests’ food that was sitting at the bar. This is a U shaped bar, so we were surrounded on all sides by guests. One unfortunate guy even had some get on his shirt. We had to remake every bar guest’s food and drinks, and the manager even offered to buy the guy a new shirt.
Surprisingly, no one was even remotely angry. They were more worried about the bartender. He ended up having to go to the hospital when he couldn’t get the blood to stop.”
All He Wanted Was A Quick Cup Of Tea But “The Ordeal” Lasted Three Hours
“Last fall, my wife and I went on a European vacation. I’m a big cooking and food guy and will splurge on a really fancy meal about once a year. I’ve been to several Michelin starred restaurants and have never walked away disappointed. When you expect to spend $500+ on a meal for two, you should never be disappointed.
We went to Sketch in London for afternoon tea. First of all, we had to wait in a small hallway for a table. This, by itself, is pretty unacceptable. We showed up precisely at our reservation time. After about 15 minutes, we were told it would still be a little longer and were asked to wait at a table in another dining room. The tables were tightly packed and I had to essentially shove my rear in a few diners’ faces to take my seat. I guess that’s part of the haute cuisine experience? We waited about 30 minutes before we were summoned.