So I stop in at Hardee’s on my way to a friend’s house Sunday, and opt for their curly fries (IIRC, they call them “crispy curls”). I get to my friend’s place and begin to chow down.
Everything’s going well until there’s an audible crack (my friend looked over and asked, “Was that you?”), a lancing pain from one of my lower left molars, and about 1/4 of said molar now bouncing around loose inside my mouth.
I spit it and the cause of breakage out: a “crispy curl” that has been deep-fried to the consistency of a rock.
A similar thing happened to the wife a few years back; she broke a tooth on a chicken salad sandwich from Tim Horton’s that had a little too much of the original chicken in it. Said bone cracked and broke a molar. After plenty of phone calls, faxes, and a few dentist visits, we got the parent company to comp the whole thing.
Fortunately it happened while we were still in the store, so we had the offending bit of skeleton as physical evidence.
I cracked a tooth on a pearl in a mussel. I was in a nice italian restaurant in Edinburgh. I went to the bathroom, spit out the bits of tooth rolling around in my mouth and in a fit of pique threw away the pearl. Then I waited until I got back to the states to get my tooth fixed. Never bothered to pursue the matter. I kind of wish I’d kept the pearl, though.
I broke one of the points off my molar while eating a Twizzler on the bus in 6th grade. My dentist just filed off the rough edges, because it wasn’t a bad break.
Fast forward five years. Another piece cracked off while I was eating a piece of chocolate, and then another a few days later while I was flossing. I got a filling soon after.
Pity. If the offending fried potato had by coincidence appeared to all lookers to be a representation of either the Virgin Mary or Groucho Marx, you might have really cleaned up.
I’ve broken teeth on an Egg McMuffin, a Subway sandwich, a baked potato, a strawberry milkshake, and one morning I woke up missing half a tooth. I guess I swallowed the other half. Several times, my teeth have broken in the dentist’s chair during drilling. Soft teeth; one more catastrophe I can blame on my mother.
Weird way to get a food aversion.