I worked the cash register at Hardee’s as a teenager. One day one of the burger-flippers found a mouse inside a bag of hamburger buns. He dumped it out and he and 3 other teenage male employees brandishing spatulas and scrapers and uttering primitive war cries proceeded to chase it across the grill area, past the breakroom, and out the back door.
The burger-flipper started to throw out the whole bag of buns but the manager stopped him and told him to just get rid of the ones the mouse had nibbled on.
When it was time for my break I went next door to Taco Bell.
Just a couple weeks ago my friend and I were running errands and stopped for blizzards at DQ. While we were waiting she suddenly goes back to the till (we were only a step away) and tells them we don’t want them anymore.
When we get out I ask her what she saw, and she tells me she saw the guy who was making our blizzards stick his hand down his pants and scratch himself before he began to make them.
I had a roomie who managed a Hardees. He told once about a lady who had ordered a hot dog for her kid but wanted to cancel the order. When he asked why, she told him that she had seen one of the employees in back joking around with a hot dog hanging out of his fly.
“Oh, my hot dog has a first name.
It’s P-E-N-I-S…”
My story is second hand - from a friend who installs and maintains fire-supression systems for a living. He was up and fussing around with one at a restaurant in town, and slipped. He came very near to deep-frying his own foot.
Fortunately, his steel-toed work boot got the worst of it, but it was a close thing.
He sat there for the next 2 hours waiting for his boss to come get him (can’t drive with deep fried foot) and no efforts we made to clean, or even empty, the deep fryer…He tells everyone not to eat there.
I don’t think it matters which DQ - they all seem to be the same. The one in our neighbourhood has a “clean as you go” sign on the counter like I’m sure they all do, but it is just nasty back there regardless. At this point we’re lucky if there’s a warm body to take our money and make our hot fudge sundae.
At a food court non-chain deli in a nearby mall, my friend bit into his wrap and ended up with a rusty bracket that had obviously been holding up part of the display rack. It was about 5 inches long! How do you not notice that in the preparation process?
A cigarette butt in my Chinese fried rice. It used to be my favourite Chinese place, unfortunately.
My husband used to work in the bakery of a large grocery store chain when he was in high school. He came into work one afternoon and noticed a rack of bread that had not yet been bagged. He went over to start, when one of the other employees told him to wait because the manager hadn’t decided whether he was selling it or not. When my husband asked why, he found out that apparently when they turned on the giant mixer that morning to mix the bread, they macerated a mother mouse and her new litter into the dough. The manager actually went ahead with baking the bread and only then began to have a few second thoughts about selling it. :eek:
A popular diner. My friend was an inspector for the town FD. He found grease dripping out of the ehaust fan, forming a stalagmite on the ground outside. One spark and the place would have burned to the ground. The owner didn’t realize that grease hoods have to be cleaned!
Kitchen of a trendy South Beach (Miami) restaurant: plates of prepared pasta left on a rack, with the sauce congealed and flies crawling over them. The “chef” would pop the plates into the microwave when an order came in!
Yes, indeed, but I couldn’t say if the paling effect would be from the hygienic conditions or from the angry mob charging the inspector with knives, cleavers and frying pans.
Oh, I have another one. Back in my homecountry, at my old job I used t order food from some place; one day I ordered the Spanish tortilla and halfway through it I noticed half a cockroach embeded in it on the edge of a previous cut. Seeing that the worse was already over, I just cut off the tortilla around it, pushed it aside and continued my lunch.
I see you are in Northern CA. This sounds like the place near me. As I recall, the health team was called because a little girl found a cockroach in her chow mien during her birthday party.
My favorite part was when the news team showed up (it was that bad) and started interviewing people as the walked away from the now closed restaurant asking them what they thought of the whole situation. As you can imagine, the people didn’t know about it… and they had been regulars. The looks on their faces were priceless :eek:
Personally, I only ate there once, at the recommendation of my father-in-law, and it remains the one and only time I have ever gotten food poisoning at a restaurant.
When I was around 7 or 8 I discovered if I chewed up saltine crackers I could make a sort of dough that I could then mush around in my nasty filthy hands and shape into cookies. and if I baked them with a hair dryer, they would harden. For reasons I can’t explain I decided to try to pass these off as the real deal during one of my parents Christmas parties. I chewed up and roasted a very convincing batch which I placed amongst the assortment of Christmas cookies in tins around the house. I never heard a word bout it, and can only assume they were eaten