My worst restaurant experience? Definitely working at Long John Silver’s for 5 years!
Should have just paid your bill. 
[Marge Gunderson]I’m not sure I agree with you a hundred percent on your doctor’s analysis work, there, Lou.[/Marge Gunderson]
If your parents routinely walk out of restaurants, they’re the one with a problem. In all my life I’ve only left once, and that was because they forgot us in a busy place. I went to the hostess and told her why we were leaving.
I can’t imagine being so picky that I would feel the need to leave restaurants routinely.
Wendy’s, Jimmy Carter Boulevard north of Atlanta, something on the order of five years ago. My wife and I are eating lunch when suddently we both spot a white mouse running along the floorboard beneath the other cubicle refugees. We promptly set down our food in mid-bite, chucked it and walked out. We’ve never been back and still refer to that location as “Mouse Wendy’s.”
Nope - I want to say Croston? Possibly Croston. Don’t quote me. Definitely not Altrincham, anyway. Why, is that one yours?
I once stayed with a large group at a B&B in a tourist town way way off season. The staff was totally overwhelmed by the number of people wanting breakfast the next morning. Orders came out backwards (the people who ordered last go their food first). The pancakes were burnt on one side and barely cooked on the other. All of it was bad. But on the other hand, it has become a great family story!
My favorite part of the article:
Cause the *type *of snake head is really important…
Well, the story would certainly be odd if it was an Anaconda …
Arizona Steakhouse, south rim of the grand Canyon.
My God it was bad.
Snakes on a Plate!
Sat down for breakfast at a local diner:
“Can I get some iced tea?”
“We’d have to brew some.”
<ten seconds of silent staring>
“Uh…OK, can you brew some?”
“Not right now.”
“Uh…OK, can I get hot tea?”
“We’re don’t have hot tea.”
<more awkward staring>
“How about some coffee?”
“It’ll be about ten minutes - it’s brewing.”
<staring continues>
“Can you bring me some hot water, some extra napkins, and a spoonful of coffee grounds or tea leaves?”
<more silence>
“I don’t think we can do that.”
“Gooooood-bye.”
I ate there over 20 years ago, as a teenager. Why do I remember that? Two words: food poisoning.
No they aren’t. They routinely leave if they get the kind of awful service described here; they don’t routinely leave just in general to all restaurants. I guess I failed to communicate that.
A year or two ago for a Sunday meal with my parents and my sister at a Steak/Seafood house I can’t remember the name of.
Dad orders a steak, Mom gets chicken, sister gets prime rib, I order their shrimp skewers. Waitress tells sister she has to check and make sure they still have the prime rib, we expect her back shortly if they don’t and so we think all is well with her order. I don’t consider our family to be super picky eaters, we are generally pretty easy to please.
Salads come out, no issues here.
Dad’s steak, my shrimp and Mom’s chicken arrive. No prime rib, they ran out. Sister orders a steak instead and the waitress says they will rush it. Mom cuts in to chicken, not only is it raw inside, it is still frozen.
I try my shrimp, DAMN is it spicy. They didn’t say anything about that on the menu, maybe I am just being a baby about spiciness (which I am). Mom tries it, way to spicy to not be marked that way on the menu. Dad tries it, this man regularly eats “death” wings and loves his spice. He thinks they are too hot and should have been referenced as so on the menu by some kind of chili pepper asterisk or such. Waitress is no where in sight. We tell Dad to eat without us.
Too make a long story shorter, Dad was the only one that ate that day.
Apparently, their regular chef was out, the guy standing in was kind of making stuff up as he went, so that is why the shrimp skewers were super spicy. He also didn’t realize the pre-seasoned chicken was still frozen before he cooked it, just thawed on the outside, so he assumed he cooked it fully. They counted wrong on the number of servings of prime rib left and so my sister was the one who got shafted.
We still joke about the dinner that wasn’t. Dad always says that his was pretty good…
You know, when I’m Empress of the Universe, I will banish people like you to the furthest reaches of Mos Eisley or the wettest part of the Ferengi homeworld. You cannot come into a thread about bad restaurant experiences and think you can get away with a cryptic comment like that.
In other words…DETAILS!!
The Green Turtle, Baltimore MD.
Moi and I went to dinner on a weeknight, before the drinking rush in the evening. Service was slow and lackluster. I order a caesar salad with salmon and she ordered a salmon sandwich. Both pieces of fish were so overcooked as to be inedible. After a few bites we waited for the waitress to come back, which took some time. We complained about the food and she told us that since we had eaten so much of it (BS, we had mostly pushed it around on the plate.) that they couldn’t do anything about it and the manager would tell us the same thing. Exasperated, we paid and left a meager tip. I vowed to myself never again would I put up with that kind of service or pay for food that bad.
Footnote, I later refused to go out drinking with a friend and some of his freinds because they refused to go anywhere but the Green Turtle.
Harldy counts as worst, but I was out for pizza with five other people. We were going to see a show right after dinner.
Everyone orders drinks. One kid ordered root beer. I ordered a stout beer. The waitress came back with five glasses, and set one in front of me. As I’m taking a sip, the kid asks if it is his root beer. Yep. The waitress forgot my beer. Then everyone ordered food, and for the most part, everyone got a personal-sized pizza. Well, everyone ordered one, but only five people actually got them. I was forgotten again. When I asked the waitress about it, she said “Oh yeah, it’s coming right up.” Well, it came right up after about 20 minutes, just about how long it takes them to cook one.
I ended up eating to an audience of very impatient theatre goers.
Yeah, I’ve been there too. With about 12 other people in our party. The service was bad, and the food came out wrong, but it was cold outside and we were starving, so we just ate and left.
Well, the manager came by about then, and then during the discussion the waitress pulled out of her apron our orders – she had forgotten to turn them in to the kitchen. So he took the orders, said he would have them out as soon as possible, and told the waitress “I’d like to speak to you in my office later”. The orders did come out quickly, and the food was good (but we were so hungry that anything would probably have tasted good).
But by then it was close to 10:30pm. And the little raised platform right next to our table – that turned out to be the ‘stage’ for the band, which started playing at 11. So about the time our meal arrived, they were hauling in and setting up their instruments next to us. And then starting to tune up and play some intros. They were a loud rock band! And our table was the only one left in the center area – all the rest had been cleared out, as that was the dance flooe. Luckily, we were hungry enough to eat fast, and got out of there before they really started playing & dancing.
The manager did send a free bottle of wine to the table, but as my brother in law was a recovering alcoholic, my sister was pregnant at the time, and I don’t drink wine, it didn’t do much for us. My brother in law was buying, so I don’t know what they did on the bill. I presume they comp’d some of it.
Why?
You don’t hope they punished the person who actually burned the kid, but you hope they financially destroy the people who own the restaurant? I don’t understand at all.