I got a lovely case of food poisoning there last Xmas.
Actual projectile vomiting.
I was on an I.V. for hours, in the emergency room.
Raw burger @ Denny’s…Eww…
Oh I got you all beat. A friend and I went to lunch at a rib place. There was hardly anyone there and the food was good.
But the guy who waited on us and owned the restaurant had written a book on the OJ Simpson trial and told us stories from his book thru the whole meal. Oh the horror.
I got food poisoning along with several hundred others from a Thanksgiving dinner. The cooks pulled the turkeys from the freezer on Sunday and left them out in the kitchen to thaw. Everyone on the base who ate turkey got sick, the infirmary was full, the local naval hospital was full, they sent some of us to civilian hospitals.
The base commander had the head of the chief cook on a platter for that one.
My Mother was eating a Cobb Salad at an Adult-themed-variety-Restaurant near here (now closed, but it was like an Applebee’s, or a TGIF, or a Chili’s, you know the kind) one day after work, with a group of friends. Then she heard one of her friends cry out in pain, and watched as her friend extracted a 1 inch long shard of glass from her tongue - it was on the slice of pizza she was eating. My Mom looked down at her salad closely, and saw several small chunks of razor-sharp glass scattered throughout. After a hue and cry, every single person at the table found at least one piece of glass in their food. Thankfully, they had just started eating, and only one person (the one mentioned) was injured.
The restaurant manager’s reaction? Shrug. Two of the cooks had a fight, and threw glasses at each other. Guess they didn’t clean up all the glass. Shrug.
They were offered a free meal, only if they would sign a piece of paper on which the manager hurriedly scribbled down a note that “I absolve the restaurant of all liability…” etc. They laughed in his face and walked out en masse.
The woman who bit on the glass sued, and received a $12,000 award ($8000 or so after paying for the lawyer). The distasteful thing (no pun) is that the restaurant refused categorically to even consider a settlement, claiming all the while that it was not their fault, and they would “never knuckle under to frivilous lawsuits.” Oh, OK. :rolleyes:
That is so horrible. Would it have been better for you if she would have douched first, Serlin?
Get some help, man…
Yer pal,
Satan
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I honestly think the grossest food experience I’ve had was the evening that I got a chicken dinner at our university cafeteria, sat down to dig in, and realized that there were still feather stubs on the chicken. I’m still not sure why i was shocked, given the quality of food served there, but still … yuck!
This sort of pales in comparison to the Burger King incident mentioneed above, but at a local restaurant, I had a terrible experience with food poisoning. Ordinarily, this wouldn’t have been such a big deal, but it was the day of my high school graduation and my parents were also planning on taking me out for dinner later that day. Obviously, that didn’t happen, because I developed severe stomach cramps later in the afternoon and finally had an exactly simultaneous attack of diarrhea and nausea (try managing one of those!) later at night. Felt pretty much OK afterwards, though, but it really cut into the mood of the weekend (not to mention that I felt a little “off” for quite a while).
I’m never eating THERE again.
From my mom’s e-mail:
Teen admits to contaminating three Whoppers
The Associated Press
10/4/00 12:03 PM
ROCHESTER, N.Y. (AP) – A former Burger King employee has admitted to using cleaning solvent and spit to contaminate Whopper sandwiches that sickened a sheriff’s deputy along the New York State Thruway.
Daniel Musson, 18, pleaded guilty to a felony charge of first-degree tampering with a consumer product before Monroe County Court Judge Charles Maloy.
Musson admitted Tuesday that he sprayed oven cleaner on two Whoppers before Scott B. Savino broiled them. He said he left the cooking area for several minutes, then asked Savino, 20, whether the sandwiches had been served. Savino laughed Musson said.
He said he saw Janet M. LaDuca, 18, enter a restroom with a Whopper. After her return, she said she had urinated on it, Musson said.
Monroe County Assistant District Attorney James Wolford said Musson, who will be sentenced Nov. 29, will be expected to testify against LaDuca and Savino. The suspects were employees at the Scottsville service area 12 miles southwest of Rochester. Police said they contaminated food over eight months ending in late April.
The three were fired in early May after another employee told a manager of food-tampering and the deputy was sickened by contaminated food he ate April 30.
The deputy suffered from diarrhea, nausea and acid reflux, in which stomach acid comes up into the esophagus. He was out of work several days but has recovered, said Monroe County Sheriff’s spokesman Jim Pringle.
In exchange for the plea and Musson’s promise not to appeal, Maloy said he would sentence Musson to no more than one to three years in prison and no less than six months in jail and five years’ probation. He could have faced up to four years in prison upon conviction of the Class E felony.
The judge also said he would consider granting Musson youthful offender status, which would seal his criminal record.
'Nuff said.
At the SCMLA conference in New Orleans. Three other grad students and I are riding down to the Quarter in the trolley as they regale each other with tales of how they’ve seen food messed with–I won’t relate them, but I’m a very nice customer at all times now. When we get to the restaurant where we’re meeting our colleagues, I get oysters (because I can pick them out myself and they never get out of my sight). One of the professors and two of the grad students order bread pudding.
Now, it’s Friday night in the French Quarter and the place is packed. We have a table with about 18 people, and the poor waitress is frazzled beyond belief. After about 10 minutes, the prof starts harassing the waitress about the delay in his order. Every time she walks by, he says something to the effect of “whazzamatta, ya gotta kill and skin the bread beast?” or something even more asinine. Finally the 3 bowls of bread pudding arrive. One of the guys reaches up to help her get them off the tray and the waitress pulls back and says, “No, I’ve got it. The one with two spoons is his [the prof].”
We never said anything to him about it, but we had a good idea that he wasn’t eating the most pure bread pudding in the world.
My semi-bad experience with food involved a sandwich shop in a local mall. I ordered chicken salad on a grilled plain bagel–the same thing I got every time I went to this place. They always made the most amazing chicken salad. Well, I’m eating my bagel, and I take a huge bite. Suddenly, I feel a sharp pain radiate through my molar. I spit out the mouthful, and there was a 3/4 inch shard of bone in it, which I had bitten down on.
It sucked, and hurt for a few minutes, but at least it wasn’t a foreign object. I think my mom found a bloody band-aid in her pizza once–now THAT would have been horrible.
The worst experience I can recall is ordering chicken parmesan at a normally very good Italian restaurant, and discovering that under the sauce the chicken was entirely raw. Fortunately this is the sort of thing you can discover when cutting into it, before you actually take a bite.
One of the strangest (non-restaurant) food experiences I’ve had was opening a chocolate pudding container, stirring it, and finding that it was full of slimy green leaves.
OOh, I have 2 stories to share.
The first was about 6 months ago, I was in a shopping village, and decided to stop in their lttle food court. I found a small deli, and the cajun chicken looked awesome. I got in line. Ten minutes later, I’m still in line. I work in fast food, and can understand working shorthanded, so I was patient. I kept waiting. I finally order, and they take me money and move me to the far end of the counter to wait. (Let me also point out that no one spoke english, with the exception of the ordertaker who pointed to the picture and continuosly said “chicken? you want chicken?” )Nine people after me order and get their food, I’m still standing there. I was wearing a tank top that cut down kinda low, and th entire time i stood there, all the workers looked at me and ogled in spanish or sumthing. The guy behind me was laughing, and when I asked what was so funny, he replys “those mexicans are talkin bout your tits!” well gee, thanx. so by this point I’m frustrated, ask to speak to a manager. I asked why my food was taking so long, and he manages to say “no chicken. only burgers.” out of hunger, i agree to a bacon cheeseburger instead. the damn thing wasn’t even cooked. i’ll never go there again!
My 2nd story took place like 3 weeks ago. My sister and I went to pizza hut, which usuallly has decent food and service. We walked in, and there was only one person working up front, and she was taking phone orders. so we sat down to wait for her to seat us. Two more people walk in, and a new guy comes to seat them. I point out that we were there first. He rolls his eyes, and agrees to seat us. The new people were seated directly behind us. Twenty minutes later, he comes to take our order. Two personal pan pizzas, and a small order of breadsticks. Not too challenging. we had to ask for drinks ourselves, which he brought shortly. They were wrong, but we drank them anyways without complaining. The people behind us eventually get their pizza, and we haven’t even gotten our breadsticks. So I politely remind him. Ten minutes later, he brings them out, sauce covering most of them. “Sorry, I spilt the sauce.” Personally, I hate the stuff, but we were hungry, and decided to deal and not ask for replacement breadsticks. By this time the place has filled up. The waiter’s walking around to every single table with an order of wings asking if they’d ordered them. Umm, don’t you usually write those things down? When he came to us, he asked if we wanted drink refills. We said yes, he took our glasses away. He never brought them back. We had to ask specifically the next time he passed. A good 45 minutes after we’d ordered, we finally got our pizzas. Both were cold, and my sister’s had a whopping total of 1 pepperoni on it. We ate about half of it, sat ready for our check, it never came. We left a penny on the table, asked for our bill, and paid with exact change. We’re always very generous tippers,but that service was just awful. It kinda sucks too, cuz I love that place!