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.
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April 19th, 2015 at 11:22 PM ^
and i actually tried to post this under quiverfull just to see if it showed up....and it didn't. anyway, telling one where technically i wasn't the protagonist, but a whole group of us went out to the brown jug after kicking everybody out of charlie's. one of the 'we' tables doesn't have enough $ to pay for their meal and somehow the manager figures that out. so when that table takes off, they are met in that little doorway/sally port (still there?) by an ann arbor cop coming in to brace them. our buddy, who will remain unnamed, but who was one of the lineman on the football team panicked and popped the cop right on the button and dropped him on the spot.
like that scene in caddyshack, they then quickly walk away.....
Did the site ban Quiverfull or something?
something happened late last fall where the quiverfull posts were only visible to a relatively small percentage of folks. i have no idea why, and i'm not nearly techie enough to figure it out. so i just started over. no biggie.
Weird.
April 19th, 2015 at 10:32 PM ^
i don't get very controversial, no drunk posts, don't light people up as a computer-gangster, stay away from politics, etc. if you look at the posts in the weeks before it happened, they were very milquetoast - stuff about hiring harbaugh and general rah-rah. and i can still post from this same computer i'm sitting at right now, but some folks can see it, some can't. and i don't mobile post - only just got a 'smart phone' a week ago.
and fwiw, i didn't cheat through a class, though i must admit i let my hockey teammates see my tests. please forgive me, that was 35 yrs ago, and i was quite young....
But I think the people who can see your posts are those that are on the mobile app, and those that can't are on the website.
I was referring to a reference you made about getting an answer key or master book and using that all semester. Sorry I can't be more specific, but I don't remember the thread or context. Entirely possible I'm mistaken, and if so disregard.
April 19th, 2015 at 10:59 PM ^
But you're cool, and that guy was an asshole!???
does. not. compute.
EDIT:
Oh yeah, the thread.
Not in a resturant, but when I was a kid, we had 24 relatives & out of town guests over for a very Norman Rockwell-like Thanksgiving dinner.
All was going well until 5 minutes after the meal started we hear a weird coughing sound comming from under the table.
Then the cat through up a 1/2 digested chipmunk.
Not an in the restaurant experience but I valeted cars while in college and have plenty of crazy stories. I had to call the cops on a wasted lady becasue I refused to give her her car. After she took a swing at me and the cops as well, away she went in the back of a cop car. When she returned the next day to get her car she looked right at me and asked if I knew who was working the day before. She had no idea it was me. When I told her that I was working she gave me a big hug and thanked me because she would have been on her way to pick up her granddaughter from school.
April 19th, 2015 at 10:30 PM ^
Football season can't get here soon enough. These threads need to go away! Pointless!
don't fuss, just
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It's no more pointless than either of the drinking threads that were posted last night and Friday night, but for some reason you didn't see fit to post a whining comment in either one of those.
Why is that?
just don't click, man. You can do it....
April 19th, 2015 at 10:31 PM ^
There *are* some pointless posts on MGoBoard. Entertainment is not pointless.
YOU'RE pointless!!
My wife and I sit down and get our drinks and order our food. A half hour later my food comes to the table and the waiter looks at us confusedly. We ask where her food is. 15 min later they bring her plate. Wrong food. 30 minutes later, they bring the correct food. But by then we're on our way home.
The end
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During college, my friend and I would sometimes go out to the RL on Carpenter for fine dining, undergrad style. We kept ordering extra cheddar biscuits and hiding some from each basket. Walked out of there with carbs for the week. Also acquired the nickname Biscuit Bandits in our hall. I am ashamed of every detail of this story.
My husband and I were having dinner at a bar in Evanston. Along with one other table, we were the only patrons on the second floor of the restaurant. We ordered at about the same time the other customers did, so they brought our orders out at the same time. My husband took a big bite of his burger and realized it wasn't what he ordered. We noticed the guy at the next table had a burger, too, so my husband reached out and said, "I think they switched our orders but I've already taken a bite out of the burger." And the guy said, "That's ok, I don't mind," and took the burger, with one bite out of it from a complete stranger, and ate it.
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April 19th, 2015 at 10:22 PM ^
April 19th, 2015 at 11:16 PM ^
I wish I knew if you were joking or serious. That would be an awesome end to both of your stories.
April 19th, 2015 at 11:25 PM ^
April 20th, 2015 at 10:48 AM ^
Your toddler throws a perfectly good piece of bacon on the floor. You get to the bacon at the same time the dog does. You manage to get the bacon from the dog. You eat it and don't even think about the kid spit, Mr. Clean residue and the dog spit.
As a child I once ate a whole bowl of Maraschino cherries at Red Lobster and then proceeded to puke them up a few minutes later. My dad instinctively put his hands out and caught it...
Your dad is a man's man—it takes balls to catch vomit barehanded. Much respect here.
Charley's is mediocre most ways, and well below average in the others. What an idiotic reason to kick someone out. I just checked and noticed they are still open. How?
April 19th, 2015 at 11:26 PM ^
I had a gift certificate I was given to a local country club. I wanted to impress my fiancee, so I called ahead for reservations to make it a special night so we wouldnt have to wait and we could go out afterwards. Needless to say, I get there and tell them my name and low and behold, they do not have my name.
I immediately went into my Jerry Seinfeld rant about "how they know how to take the reservation.... but they don't know how to hold the reservation.... and that's really about the most important part about the reservation..... is the holding."
Anyways, we had to wait an extra hour before we got seated and served and the food was very mediocre and the service was way too long. Good thing it was a gift certificate I was given. The manager was not impressed either with my Seinfeld quote and my future wife was not impressed with our evening either.
April 19th, 2015 at 11:27 PM ^
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on Monday for lunch. They were out of lemons. Also out of sweet potato chips. I asked for an extra napkin. Turns out they were out. OF NAPKINS. No biggie, just seemed a very odd thing to be out of at a restaurant.
April 19th, 2015 at 10:52 PM ^
April 19th, 2015 at 11:32 PM ^
.... I would probably be the antagonist in most of my stories.
Hector Jose Bosch?! Member since 2000 so I'm guessing you're not Kyle.
Or I guess there's a small chance that you're someone else who also has the last name Bosch.
I took my wife and kids for an early Sunday afternoon pizza at a local place. We ordered and the waitress brought the pizza and while I was passing out slices my oldest son gets sick to his stomach and fills his plate with yellow green liquid. The plate was so full there was no way to move it without some of it spilling. My wife says maybe we should go! So I get a box from the petrified waitress and load our pizza and we left. While walking to our car I looked back and the dozen or so other patrons were in various stages of leaving, I think they thought my son got sick from the food. I felt bad about that but what can you do? We have never gone back.
various stages of heaving?
In Moscow in the 90s there was a bar called The Hungry Duck. It was infamous, often labeled the wildest bar on the planet at that time. The Canadian owner had an idea. Every Thursday and Sunday was "Ladies Night". What that meant was, at 6pm he opened the doors and only let in women, beautiful, young Muscovite women. No cover charge, free drinks until 9pm. And free "entertainment": male strippers would dance on the horseshoe bar and pull the young ladies up on top, and given the free liquor and the general air of 'anything goes' in Moscow in the 90s, by 9pm the bar was full of hundreds of drunk young women in various states of undress.
At 9pm he opened the doors to men and charged a cover fee so high only expat businessmen and very wealthy Russians could afford to enter. Which of course always included a cohort with mob ties. It was a feeding frenzy. I was new to town and had no idea until I was told by some clients from New Zealand that they wanted to hire my firm and we would finalize the details of the contract at this place on Thursday night. Needless to say I was quite surprised to be negotiating in such circumstances, but that turned out to be pretty typcial of Boris Yeltsin's Moscow.
The Hungry Duck was eventually closed by a legislative act of the Russian Duma, who termed it a national embarassment. The Canadian owner went home a millionaire several times over, even after paying off the Moscow police, the mob, and of course several members of the Russian Duma.
April 19th, 2015 at 11:17 PM ^
I'm pretty sure the Hungry Duck reopened a couple of years back.