OT: Worst restaurant/bar experiences, stories?
Piggybacking off of my thread from the other day on wild shit at sporting events, what are some crazy bar or restaurtant stories?
whether it's douchey service, fights or anything else. You have a story, I want to hear it.
mine: was at a Red Lobster once and a guy had a meltdown because they got his order wrong and he threw his plate of shrimp scampi against the wall, sending customers screaming/running while he continued to throw things. Police were called and he was arrested due to resisting arrest when he was trying to fight a bartender.
DISCUSS
April 19th, 2015 at 11:27 PM ^
The car in front of me ordered 5 times and they couldn't get the order right inside. I could repeat it verbatim, but then again I speak english. At one point, I thought the guy ordering was going to pull the employee out the drive thru window.
I had a guy (Buckeye fan) come over to me (in my Michigan fleece) and asked me if I wanted to skullf@ck his 85 year old mother. I don't know how serious he was, but granny definitely looked over with her glass eye like she was game. I am still haunted by that night.
Guy was kind enough to go into further detail and used sound effects.
WOW.
...we have a winner!
That story combined with your avatar is hilarious! I'm imagining you making that face after being asked.
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April 19th, 2015 at 11:22 PM ^
The Taco Bell in downtown Bloomington, IN was always out of beef by like 10 pm every weekend. I could never understand how they always ran out.
April 20th, 2015 at 12:11 PM ^
Come on, Taco Bell never has what we would call beef.
A few years ago, I had to work a holiday and it was one of those days where nothing went right. Solve one problem and two more would pop up. So at the end of the day, after not eating the whole day, I saw that the only place that was still open nearby was a Burger King. I pulled into the drive through and ordered a Whopper. The clerk replied that they were out of beef, Incredulous, I asked them, that this was, *Burger* King right? They apologized and I accepted my fate that somehow I was being punished.
I was a pastry chef for four years in my 30's and met many not-right-in-the-head people in kitchens. Lots of addicts and petty criminals. People who stole stuff from me (all my recipes one night); people who would staple my coat sleeves shut so I couldn't put my coat on at the end of my shift; one guy who never said a word to me in the year and a half that I worked with him cornered me in the walk-in one morning at 6:30 AM and told me he loved me en espanol and wouldn't take no for an answer (I carried a knife around with me when I went to the bathroom after that); the guy who served teet soup for family meal (he had saved up all the teets from the cows he broke down and there were hundreds of teets floating around in the soup); the big badass black guy who did a hundred push ups after every shift and grunted like he was in a David Lynch movie. He scared the shit out of me. And finally, my chef in cooking school who, when you added cinnamon to any dish, would yell, "We French don't like cinnamon; we like pussy!!"
Our time in the walk-in was special to me.
Holy shit. And hahaha.
...I was fully expecting that to be a spelling error. I'm sure I'll find it served on one of Gordon Ramsay's UK shows.
April 19th, 2015 at 10:45 PM ^
The cook who made that was an Argentinian kid named Mauro who ended up breaking into the restaurant safe and stealing all the cash one night because they had promised him health insurance, never delivered on that, and when he got a kidney stone, he had to pay for it out of pocket.
April 20th, 2015 at 12:52 AM ^
Ever read Anthony Bourdain's Kitchen Confidential? You'll never want to eat in a restaurant again.
All those stories come from one place - a French restaurant, a la Les Halles in New York where Bourdain worked. My restaurant was in Chicago and is now defunct. The cast of characters was similar to what Bourdain has talked about - gamblers and alcoholics, people stealing booze from the bar, a chef who yells and kicks trash cans during service, weird guys who show up and work for a few days and then disappear. And this was a Chicago Tribune 3 star rated restaurant.
The Les Halles stories were stomach-turning, no question about it.
He followed up that book with Medium Raw, which I've also read. It pretty well made the case that the restaurant/culinary business is full of scum and villany. He even used the c-bomb to describe Alan Richman, the NYT's restaurant critic, and took up most of an entire chapter to set up his use of the word in the last sentence.
April 19th, 2015 at 11:16 PM ^
I don't mean to be rude or nosy but I don't want to make light... when you say, "He wouldn't take no for an answer", um... did he finally take no for an answer, or...?
April 19th, 2015 at 11:51 PM ^
The good news was, he was my size - 5'4" - and much older so I felt like I could at least put up a fight. I got out of there and asked another Spanish speaking guy to tell this guy I had a husband. He kept repeating, "I love you, I love you." For a few days he left me alone, but then it started again and I had my husband, who is 6'2", make an appearance in the kitchen so the little guy knew what he was dealing with. The really creepy part was, a few years later, after I left the job, and he had left the job, my phone rang. It was him. He said, "It's Julio. Do you remember me?" I said no, and hung up. I had no idea how he got my number.
April 20th, 2015 at 12:07 AM ^
April 20th, 2015 at 12:27 AM ^
Was a boy's name in 1880's Britain, so I guess if she were 130 years old...
I'm having a hard time picturing this in my mind, which is probably good.
They float.
One time, I went to a restaurant and the server was an MSU grad.
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I've walked out of two places before without ever being served. One was with my wife and in-laws. There was hardly anyone in the restaurant, and it was a place that was once really good. The waitress took our orders but appparently went on break without taking them to the kitchen. We finally walked out after about 10 minutes of further waiting when we had been assured the food would be out imminently. On our way out we could smell the pot. It was apparently good enough that the entire staff was incapable of functioning. Another time was about a mile or two off the expressway, but signs touting the food. We decided to try it instead of fast food. It was one of those places with what seemed to be a lot of regulars who the waitresses fawned over and carried on long conversations with. My wife and I finally just got up and left. It was as if we were invisible in this place.
April 20th, 2015 at 12:47 AM ^
Sounds like waffle house in Indiana on the way to Indianapolis.
That awkward moment when the waitress writes her number on weird dude's arm.
My cousin asked for sugar and cream a billion times, never got either lol
That sounds like a time when my then gf and now wife went to a restaurant in LA. The table next to us had two guys in the TV industry talking about their mistresses which just outraged my wife. Meanwhile, all the waitress at our table and who was also serving the TV guys did everything to try to get their attention, even showing her book of headshots while ignoring my wife and I, both not in the industry. That was the only time I left a 1 cent tip for the waitress and I made sure I paid the bill in cash.
April 20th, 2015 at 11:01 AM ^
The 6th Sense? Not implying anything, but you might want to consider that.
I'll just have a Liter Cola................
April 19th, 2015 at 11:32 PM ^
Just order a large Farva...
a Golden Corral in Tennessee once. Once!