The Stittsville McDonalds is the closest McDonalds to my house, and yes, yes it did happen there. Wow.
ETA: Does your sister live in Stittsville?
And see Jack Nicholson in Five Easy Pieces: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6wtfNE4z6a8
I went to a KFC at about 6pm and they were out of chicken. ALL chicken.
I made the opposite mistake once in Milan in college - I was on spring break crashing on a friend’s couch there. I wasn’t a coffee drinker at all in college, but it was really late, and I was really tired, and I wanted to stay awake at the jazz club. And I didn’t really drink alcohol either then, but I wanted to drink *something. *
I don’t speak Italian, but my friends insisted that I speak Spanish, so I ought to be able to figure out enough Italian to order my own damn coffee. So I ventured “un caffe, per favore,” and got an espresso. Which I’d never had before in my life - to this day I drink my coffee very milky with a lot of sugar, and never past lunchtime. I choked it down at about 11 pm, and I think I was still awake for my 7 am train to Rome.
Went to KFC around 7:00 pm and there was a sign on the door stating they were out of chicken but feel free to come in order something else.
No…but i do love Whataburgers! Just checked cus of your name.
Hahahahaha! It was a shot in the dark!
She lives in Kingston, actually, but had a job interview there just this summer. She often includes imitations of McDonald’s employees when she tells us about any new place she visits, and I recalled that you lived in the area. To my knowledge, she has caused havoc in the brains of McEmployees in PEI, Nova Scotia, New Brunswick, Québec, Ontario and Vermont. She takes a bizarre pride in getting her Big Macs her way!
Brilliant!
This reminds me of the time my SO and I went to Panda Express (of all things) for dinner one night. So — I mean — this is Panda Express, not exactly some exotic transport directly out of China. But the lady in front of us was nevertheless baffled; she had no idea what was going on.
She wanted rice. With brown gravy. How … how could they possibly serve rice … without brown gravy!? That doesn’t make any sense!!! 
(New to this part of the south, the brown gravy/rice thing was completely new to me.)
I once walked into a generic London fried chicken place at about five to closing and drunkenly announced ‘I want to buy all your chicken’. Ok, it was all really shitty and I got it dead cheap as it was five minutes from the bin, but damn it felt awesome to say it.
That place is awesome! Not sure how the ketchup got in there though, they usually let you tell them what to put in the sandwich.
Ignore my last post, I’m dumb.
This happens far too often for a chicken restaurant. KFC has neen out of chicken (out, not in the fryer, but actually OUT) three or four times in the last ten years, at three different stores.
Joe
I was in a Japanese restaurant in CA last year. They had “nasu dengaku,” which is eggplant (nasu) with tasty sweetish miso (dengaku) on top.
I ordered it, and was served lightly grilled eggplant with shaved bonito flakes on it. No tasty miso sauce! I told the waiter I’d asked for dengaku, not fish flakes.
“That is nasu dengaku. Dengaku means ‘eggplant’ in Japanese.”
No it doesn’t, dumbass. Apparently they copied the names of menu items from somewhere and don’t understand what they mean. Bummer.
Hey hey now…dont knock it 
Chile actually helps me become less of a picky eater- it masks the taste/texture of things I wouldn’t normally be willing to eat if I could fully perceive them molesting my tongue. And it helps with portion control since some things are so hot its hard to eat too much of them!
The only things I dont care for with chile is fruit/vegetables, as in pico de gallo (not the stuff they serve in restaurants, REAL pico de gallo). I dont mind fruit with lime juice, since it enhances many fruits’ already mildly acidic tastes. But adding chile powder gives it a strange combination to me. Maybe because I didn’t grow up with it- my fiancee is like "Ew, how could you not eat fruit with chile powder on it? 
Not everything is overpowering. If you ever had a good mole sauce (Mo-le, not a sauce derived from terrestrial mammals as I originally assumed) there are a very complex interaction of flavors that can taste quite good together in a way you wouldn’t assume could work.
“Chile” for both in Spanish. And “chilli” in Britain, India, and maybe some other places for the fruit.
It’s not uncommon for some foreign spellings to bleed into English, particularly when it comes to food. I believe “chile” is fairly common in places like Texas, Arizona, and New Mexico.
I just looked through a number of my cookbooks (one Mexican, one Cajun, one Thai, one a general “spicy food” cookbook) and they all use the spelling “chile” for the pepper except for the Thai one, which was written by an Australian, in which case it’s “chilli.”
“Chili” is the traditional spelling for the pepper in American English, so far as I know, but it seems to me that it’s quickly being supplanted by “chile.” I personally use the word “chile” for peppers, and “chili” for the dish.
One of my best friends is from New Mexico and chile is practically a religion there, so I know chile and chili are fairly interchangeable for the pepper. I was just explaining what 6ImpossibleThingsB4Breakfast was getting at, which Incubus either didn’t get or just ignored. If it was the latter, then I guess I’m the one that got whooshed.
I will say that Alaska’s “Chinese food” is THE PITS. Egg fu yung (by which I judge “Chinese Food” – OK, my palate is relatively uneducated, but I had missionary grandparents in Western China in the late 1890’s – the genes should have passed down!) comes with flour-thickened, yellow fur-real GRAVY. Eeeecch. I never made that mistake again.
Belfast, Maine’s EFY is passable to horrible. Depends on which “Chinese” restaurant you eat at.
And a Brit filmmaker I met and worked with in ChiTown (it was a film about blues) was a vegetarian. He ordered a Whopper without the meat. I thought it was kinda strange.