In case you forgot, Roast Beef is not the same thing as turkey. Roast Beef is the brown meat that comes from a cow. Turkey is the white meat that comes from a turkey.
Therefore, when I order Roast Beef, please do not give me Turkey! :mad:
(My crucial mistake, it seems, was stepping away from the deli counter for a moment to retrieve a beverage after placing my order. By the time I returned the sandwich was already wrapped, thereby denying me a chance to inspect it.)
But aren’t those non-breast shaped “logs” of deli meat a combination of pressed parts? Not that I’d prefer it but it seems you could make a dark meat log just as easily.
Least you didn’t get ham instead of roast beef. That happened to me this week. I loathe ham, and I’d gotten back to work before I unwrapped the sandwiches (yes, I got two) to check them. Feh.
Maybe they just thought you really wanted turkey and just misspoke.
Same idea that prompts all these places I get salad from to give me ranch when I order something different. They just figure everyone likes ranch so it’s ok to give it.
Hey, sewer rat may taste like pumpkin pie, but I’d never know ‘cause I wouldn’t eat the filthy motherfucker. Pigs sleep and root in shit. That’s a filthy animal. I ain’t eat nothin’ that ain’t got enough sense enough to disregard its own feces. *
I love it when the staff knows better than you what you want or intended to order.
I got a freakin’ Big Irish at Bennigan’s instead of the simple American Boca Burger that I had ordered.
When I questioned the wait was to WTF, she insisted that was what I ordered because as I was placing my order verbally as “American Boca Burger” my finger was resting on the burger page, supposedly on the picture of the Big Irish. :dubious:
*A heart attack on a bun. Something stacked like a Big Mac, but huger! :eek: