… that clearly does not belong there (by any standards).
Restaurant, tv dinner, local sport happening stand, your mommas cooking …
And by any standards “waiter, I ordered blueberry cream brulee and there is clearly raspberry in it!” does not count.
What counts? Everything from cook hair(s) in soup to fried flies in french fries, snails in salad, strangely eaten cookies, college yogurt pranks and chicken heads at big arches.
I bit down on something weird at a restaurant once…it was a piece of wire from a dental retainer. Yuck.
I don’t get squicked out very easily, but did call this to our server’s attention. They replaced the meal, comped everything my dining companion and I had, and the manager came out to grovel and apologise. No harm done and the establishment acted appropriately, so it was fine. We went back there many times afterwards too.
I once ordered some sort of dish of seafood, breaded and deep-fried, and found a fly deep-fried onto one of the pieces. I called for a manager, showed it to him, and he asked whether I’d prefer a full refund, or a replacement of the food. I’d rather lost my appetite, so I took the refund.
Once I found an inch worm in my salad. I took it as a sign of the salad being fresh. i just pushed the salad aside and didn’t say anything. I was with a group of people who would have over reacted to it.
Once I found a cigarette butt in my fried rice. GROSS! I never ate at that place again.
I found a staple in in a Reuben sandwich (a large one, probably from a commercial food package). I mentioned it nicely to the waitress, who did not seem I interested. No refund or substitution was offered. I let it go.
Found a petrified caterpillar in a box of Cheerios.
Found a rock in a frozen pot pie dinner.
Had a fly doing the backstroke up through the parmesan cheese at a pizza joint once. Could see him through the clear plastic trying to get to the top, after getting trapped in a refill.
Some unknown species of worm that had been chewing it’s way through an ear of corn before being cooked and delivered to me. I pointed it out to the staff who promptly replaced the ear and I was more than happy with this.
A few years ago, I found a bolt in the nacho cheese sauce at a steak and salad bar place, and about two months ago, a grilled chicken sandwich came with a piece of wire that was apparently part of a grill brush.
The restaurants both handled the surprise ingredients appropriately with concern that I’d been injured.
I had a staple in a sub sandwich once (local sub shop that I used to eat at a lot in college). When I showed it to the girl at the counter, she cheerfully explained “Yeah our stapler is on a shelf over the make table. That happens to me all the time!” I did get a free sandwich out of it, and suggested that they might want to find a different place to keep their stapler.
I narrowly missed eating a good-sized piece of jagged glass in some green bean casserole. This happened at a potluck. It turns out the lid to the casserole dish was chipped around the rim and some pieces of broken glass fell into the casserole. I put a forkful in my mouth and I felt like something was wrong, so fortunately I didn’t bite down on it. That mouthful of beans had a piece of glass in it and there was more in the green bean casserole on my plate. The person who brought the green bean casserole to the potluck did not apologize even one tiny little bit. :mad:
If this happened at a restaurant I’d never go there again. Potlucks made me a bit nervous for a while, but now it doesn’t bother me. I seem to have lost my taste for green bean casserole though.
A rusty 3" needle in a zinger when I was 14. My mom just shrugged her shoulders and told me not to finish eating it. Two months later the whole let’s sue over weird stuff in commercially packaged food boom hit. (It was so much in the news Friends even parodied it.) I could have had my college education paid for from that rusty needle, dang it. My mom isn’t horrified enough by weird things, I guess.
Chewed gum in coleslaw at a fish fry; staples in frozen peas; rusty hairpin in a returnable bottle of soda; plus, innumerable pieces of plastic which I could tell were either off processing equipment or else off packaging material.
A big cardboard-box-style staple in a dish of tortellini and sauce I was eating. The restaurant did not seem to be bothered by this revelation, but I was, so it was the last time I went to that restaurant. I think maybe this was not the least of their problems, as they went out of business a few months later.