After reading this I started wondering if anyone else has had something similiar happen.
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My brother got a Big Mac value meal and found a fried cockroach in his fries. He just threw everything away and didn’t even call to complain about it. He still eats at that same place too. Yuck.
It’s not always fast food either. About a month ago my babysitter opened a can of tuna and discovered a fly in it. She called the company and they asked her to mail the fly to them so they could inspect it. AFAIK she hasn’t heard anything about it.
Here’s my story: I went to lunch at Taco Bell with a friend and got the 3-taco-and-drink value meal. I ate my way through my first taco, started unwrapping the second. The taco shell had cracked across the bottom, and so as I opened up the wrapper, the shell came with it. THERE WAS A GREEN LADYBUG IN THE TACO!! I stared at my friend a moment and we both said, “eeew, gross.” I took the taco up to the counter and got the attention of a surly girl who was making tacos. I showed it to her and she took it into the back, showed someone, and left it on the counter. She came back up front and handed me a new taco. I went back to my seat and sat down. Said, “I can’t eat this, I’m grossed out.” I took my tray up front and the same girl came over. I said, “I don’t want this.” She took my tray and dumped it in the trashcan behind the counter. I told her I wanted my money back and she said I’d have to speak to the manager. He came over from the registers and I told him what happened. He said he needed the receipt. I told him that the girl beind the counter threw it away. She came over, reached into the trashcan with her gloves on, pulled the receipt out, and went back to making tacos WITHOUT CHANGING HER GLOVES!! The manager gave me my money back and I left. I have not been back since. Nobody even said “Sorry there was a bug in your food.” I probably should have called the health department but I didn’t. I now call them Taco Bug.
In contrast, I once went to a Red Lobster, and when they brought out my food, there was a dead fly stuck to my lobster. I called the waiter over and he took it away, and the manager came over and bowed and scraped for about 10 minutes apologizing. He said my meal was on the house, asked if I wanted a different meal, and the waiter apologised too.
When I was in high school my mom found a piece of human fingernail in her cube steak (which I think is just ground beef formed into a ‘steak’ shape). It was a big honkin’ nail too, looked like a man’s fingernail. Who knows how much of his finger got cut up in the meat grinder?
A few years ago, my co-worker and I ordered a pizza from the greasy spoon Italian/Greek place up the street. As I was eating a piece, I came across a longish black wiry hair baked into the crust. I couldn’t eat anymore and felt sick to my stomach.
Hey, wait a minute, I’m noticing a trend here! Does anyone else get “extras” in their food as much as I have? Please say yes! retch I don’t think I’m ever going to eat out again… retch
Burger King, 1984, Kalamazoo Michigan (the same one where Elvis would one day be spotted). In one order of fries I found a plastic retainer. In another order found a deep-fried cigarette butt. My friend’s dad was the head of the city health department, so I called him at home and busted them.
I once found, in a deli sandwich that had just been made in a Stater Bros. grocery store, one of those little plastic things that holds the plastic wrapper around a loaf of bread.
While eating in Ernie’s Mexican restaurant (which I haven’t been back to in ages and will never go to again), I found two “surprises” in the salsa: one sugar packet and one tortilla chip. It was obvious that they had given us the salsa from some previous patron’s table. :eek:
My father once found a boiled caterpillar in the middle of his boiled cabbage that my mother had just prepared for him. He put it to one side, and casually continued eating. I was hurriedly checking my own cabbage by this point…
My mother still swears she didn’t know the caterpillar was there.
In a chicken sandwich from Grandy’s at the Ft. Worth Zoo… I took a bite, looked at the sandwich, saw a green beetle on the tomato. Took it out, threw it away, proceeded to finish my sandwich…
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Family dinner. Bowls of food on table, one of them with the aforementioned cauliflower. [I don’t remember how it was prepared; probably boiled.] Parents coaxing Jules to try said cauliflower–“it’s not so bad” etc., Julies refusing because she knows better; they lied to her about beets and she’s onto their game. Jules notices something kinda funny shaped in the bowl but the same color as the cauliflower. Reaches out and grabs funny shape for closer inspection. Funny shape is a CATERPILLAR. Three kids at the table, so major yucks, ewwwing and grossing all around. Mother keeps her cool and whisks bug away to an undisclosed location that we can only hope is not another bowl of food.
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I simply am not eating cauliflower. Period.
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Next thing happened at Subway, and I hafta say I generally like their food and still eat there, although never again at one location in particular.
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I saw a fly or two buzzing around the food prep area, but like a fool I didn’t really think much of it and just ordered up my footlong. Cut to Jules at the table, chowing away, slipping out of the sandwich. Good thing too about the fugitive lettuce, because otherwise Jules might not have been looking at the food at all (husband just looks so yummy when he eats). As she is about to take the next bite, what is snuggled in with the lettuce but one of our little buzzing friends. Jules freaks, wondering how many she already ate (BLEAGH). After that she looks a little more closely around and spied COCKROACHES crawling the wall. Monster grossout.
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And what’s almost worse, the husband still eats lunch there [small]and I still kiss that mouth when he comes home[/small]
What is it with Americans and hair in food? My mother-in-law once found a single hair in her food at TGIFridays, wnd she puked. My family is Indian, and our home cooking is inevitably full of love and long black hairs. I can’t say it’s a wonderful experience, but we just take the hair out of the food and toss it, then keep eating.
That being said, I once found a piece of hair with dandruff on the end of it in my vegetables while in India. That finished my appetite.
While eating a brownie at Hard Rock, I found myself eating an unidentifiable piece of something. After closer examination, it turned out to be plastic. Now that would not have been so bad, if the plastic had not been the remainder of a CONDOM. Whether it was used or not, I would rather not like to know.
I often wonder the same thing. No one ever died from eating a hair. I just take it out and move on.
The most disgusting thing I ever encountered was cigarette ash in my chive and onion cream cheese at a local bagel place. I took a big bite out of it before realising something was wrong. I just scraped out the rest, analysed it (to figure out what it was) and kept eating. Carefully. The experience ruined my taste for chive and onion cream cheese, though.
Once,
I had bought a quarter-pounder at McD’s,I spent time getting it ready to eat(ketchup on, onion lumps off,etc.)
I rasied the burger up towards my mouth ready to take a bite,… and smelled something funny… . At first I thought it was that I didn’t wash my hands or something,but no, hands were clean. Raised burger up towards mouth again…something still smelled funny; I flip burger over to inspect the lower side…*hmmm,*I thought,this bun looks pink, I wonder why? So I lift the bun up to inspect the meat only to discover the damn thing is sooo undercooked, the meat is still *oozing * blood!
Of course I take it back to the counter,the girl on duty seemed rather unfazed when I told her why I didn’t want my food anymore.
Kinda makes you wonder…
Another time, I had bought a pizza from Round Table Pizzeria, couldn’t finish it in one sitting so I save some for breakfast the next morn. I ‘nuke’ a slice the next day and am enjoying the loooooonnngg string of cheese from a slice when it occurs to me that reheated pizza doesn’t usually retain it’s ‘cheesey elasticity’ like the piece I was munching on did. So I stop chewing and look closer at it and see that I had been chewing on a really looong blonde hair that had been rolled into the crust itself. EEWWWWW!!! Wasn’t so hungry after that.
Interesting side note to the pizza story,
about a month or so after my hair finding experience, the local chain closed it’s doors for good.
Go Figure
Found a big fly (horsefly-size) in the middle of my tuna sandwich. For years after that, I had to open my sandwiches and inspect them very carefully before I could eat them.
I didn’t call the health department, though, since it was my mother who made it.
My mother, when she was a child, was in Mexico drinking a coke from one of the old-school bottles. She commented that it tasted funny, but continued to drink it until there was only about an inch left in it. She finally decided to hold it up to the light, and inside was a semi-dissolved cockroach. Mmm…
My grandfather (the one on my mother’s side, makes you woner.) was eating pistachios from a little baggie he had bought somewhere. He had gotten about 1/3 of the way through the bag when he noticed there was a worm inside the shell of the pistachio. He then proceeded to check all the rest of the nuts and found a worm in every single one.
My aunt had a few friends over for coffee one Sunday morning before the Rose Bowl Swapmeet. She usually brews her coffee one cup at a time with a Melitta-type cone filter thingy that you put on top of the cup. When she has more than one person drinking coffee (which isn’t too often) she will brew it in a coffee maker and then pour it into a carafe to take to the table. You with me so far? Anyway, she grabbed the carafe from one of the lower cupboards near the sink, put it up on top of the counter and proceeded to pour in the hot coffee from the glass pot. She took the coffee to the table and poured everyone a cup. My mom made fresh whip cream while my aunt was making the coffee and she put a dollop on top of everyones coffee. So there they are, all smiling, celebrating the moments of their lives, when, my uncle Mike takes a sip and freezes. Everyone knew instantly that something bad was about to happen. Mike puffed his cheeks out, lips pursed, and with a gagging type gurgle sound he blew his mouthload of coffee onto the table. “Hello!” said the dead 3-inch-long WATER BUG!!! You know, those gnarly bugs that, in my eyes, are just another type of COCKROACH!?!? Grodie!!! He ran and puked while everyone sat there amazed and relieved that it didn’t make it’s way into their cup. That’ll teach my aunt to RINSE OUT THE DAMN CARAFE before she pours coffee into it.
At a greasy spoon in the town where I used to live, I found a hair inside a french fry. I was able to break off a piece of the fry and pull it off the hair, like unthreading a bead. Didn’t really bother me though, they were pretty good fries. (Obviously processed and formed potatos, but tasted fine.)