Skip to comments.Tell us about your most disgusting experience in a restaurant
Posted on 03/23/2013 4:07:54 AM PDT by MeneMeneTekelUpharsin
On Monday, I stepped up to the line at my trusty downtown Chipotle Mexican Grill just as the server was replenishing the sour cream. She had on one glove, but the operative hand was bare and she got a few dots of the creamy, white stuff on her palm.
Then, she LICKED it off.
I tried to play it cool and asked the server to wash her hands as she slipped on a glove covering the contamination. The transaction didn't happen, needless to say. After leaving the restaurant, I tweeted my outrage. Chipotle corporate folks responded lickety-split in two minutes via Twitter to say they would investigate.
They later told me privately on social media that they had viewed the entire incident (as well as my unfiltered reaction) on video.
"There is no rule that says you have to wash your hands after handling money, especially if you're not handling money with your bare hands," Gray said. "But, we always recommend to management that people wash their hands after handling money because money is dirty."
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Funny that this got posted when it did. My daughter in law and her Mom went to eat lunch at a Chinese restaurant yesterday when a roach crawled off her mother’s plate. The poor woman was upset the rest of the day, as she probably had already eaten some of the food before the roach made its appearance. Needless to say, they didn’t pay for their meal and will never eat there again.
What are you typing about? What does that have anything to do with the subject?
the accumulated fat and dirt was dripping down from the exhaust system onto the griddle....
and when the giro guy leaned over to scoop up some meat (holding the pita bread in a sweaty hand) sweat from his forehead dropped onto the meat.
Ever stay at a motel with a coffeemaker in your room?
A friend got a temporary job cleaning rooms at the Red Lion.
Her trainer showed her how to wipe down the bathroom with a grungy rag, then used the same rag to wipe out the coffeepot!
I met some family members at a Joe’s Crab Shack for dinner. Our table was butted up to a rail. When a certain piece of music played, the waitstaff all did a little happy dance (I understand they do this whenever the kitchen is backed up.) Our waitress jumped up on the rail and did her little happy dance, scuffing and kicking with her nasty shoes right about at the level of our table.
We don’t eat at Joe’s Crab Shack any more.
In our company cafeteria at the grill I once saw a girl cooking burgers. When she was separating the stack of cheese she would lick her fingers for each one like some people turn pages of a magazine. After that whatever station she was working I would avoid.
I used to call it the Corporate Cafeteria diet. You’d walk through and if looking at the food choices didn’t kill your appetite, go back and walk through again and look at the people serving it.
There was a young girl working the sandwich station who had these sores on her lips. While she was making sandwiches, she’d occasionally wipe the side of her gloved hand along her mouth (I guess they must have itched or been oozing.)
I paid for my sandwich, then immediately threw it out.
My son was about 14 years old and we’d just finished hitting a few buckets of balls at the Stanford University driving range. We stopped at the golf course grill up on the hill. While waiting for our orders, a mouse fell off the overhead beams and hit the floor right next to our table. Dead as a doornail after the fall. Yuck.
We still laugh about it, though. And yes, we did eat our food that day.
Back in 1959, when I was 12, there was a cafe in Roswell NM named THE AMERICAN CAFE.
My dad took us to it one night after he got paid. we ordered hamburgers, he got chicken fried steak.
We went back to the restroom and saw the cook chopping up a piece of watermelon on the meat block and stuffing it in his mouth like there was no tomorrow. I got a bad feeling about the place.
When the food was served, we found the tomato rotten and took it of. The meat was over done, and my little sister, who loved hamburgers refused to eat it after one bite.
My dad’s chicken fried stead looked GREAT They even included an extra roach in the mix. We got up and left, he paid, the went out onto the public street and puked his guts out. Everyone must have thought he was drunk, BUT HE WAS NOT!
The next bad experience was when I stopped at a hamburger stand back in the 1970s, and the woman preparing the food suddenly put her hands over her nose, sneezed into her palms, wiped off on her apron, then went to handling the food. We left.
My wife, when a child in Atlanta, had an interesting experience. They went to a good hamburger place to get burgers. Her father got up to go to the restroom and got a glimpse of the cook pressing the meat into patties by placing the ball of meat under his arm pit, pressing down, then putting the meat on to cook. They immediately left.
A work companion went to a popular (with drunks) bar and grill over in Oklahoma. While drinking he ordered a hamburger.
A few minutes later he looked over and saw the cool with the spatula in one hand, and his other hand had his index finger run up his nose picking out burgers and flipping them away. He decided he didn’t need the burger.
and his other hand had his index finger run up his nose picking out burgers and flipping them away
You can’t imagine what kind of visual I got from that typo!
At a breakfast buffet, a girl of about 12 years old with Downs or Asbergers had trouble serving herself. She scooped up large piles of scrambled eggs she dropped with her bare hands and put them back into the warmer. I changed my order from buffet to a club sandwich.
Roach on its back all 6 legs up in the air on top of my pork fried rice. No extra charge for the meat. :-)
Imagine the manager having to call this guy into the office. "Uh, you see, after you wipe, you really need to uh, wash your poopy paws..."
This is a true story. I was in college in Texas. A friend of mine and I went to a restaurant named Snappy’s, not far from the college. As students we were broke and it was cheap to get a meal there. Snappy’s was noted for chicken-fried-steak with cream gravey. We sat down and ordered. While waiting an older man and woman came in with a young boy, maybe a grandchild. The boy was clean and dressed decently. The old man and woman were a little loud and had obviously been drinking. The little boy, I guage about 7-8 years old seemed scared. They ordered. Well, our order came and then their order went to their table. The old man was talking loudly and we watched them. All of the sudden, after he had eaten about 1/2 of his chicken-fried-steak he suddenly vominted into his plate. Then, he seemed to stir the contents on the plate, mixing vomitus, uneaten mashed potatos, and the gravey.....and ate all of the plateful. He ate it all, again. This is a true and accurate story,...I saw it with my own eyes.
Any place with homos, mexicans, liberals, commies, or savages-with-tattoos-and-bones-in-their-nose™ handling the food. That's pretty much every chow house except oriental and local American places.
Cat Chow Mein at the Peking Moon is probably safe, because that wok grease will kill anything chopped up in small chunks.
Same, I guess, with Billy Bob's Deep-Fried Surf & Swamp Critters.
WTF? That sounds like the guy watched the remake of “The Fly” one time too many!
The following morning the cooks had prepared T-ration bread pudding which they had left in the heated pan, cut into little cubes.
There was Staff Sergeant ________ stabbing at the cubes with that very same pen knife, feeding himself.
LOL! It should have been BOOGERS! But still, once it is on the grill it is a burger!;-D
Business travelers clean their underwear in those room coffeemakers.
It's also important to check out the bathrooms. If the bathroom isn't clean, you don't want to eat at the restaurant, since they don't care enough to even make an attempt to clean a public area, what are the areas behind the scenes like?
Worked at a deli. Another clerk dropped a rotisserie chicken on the floor, picked it up with tongs, put it in the aluminum-lined bag and served it to a customer.
A relative worked for a large school. She noticed little worms in a container of chopped walnuts. She reported it to the cook who promptly threw them...into a batch of chocolate chip cookie dough he was mixing.
I was at a Myrtle Beach fast food joint (Wendy’s ?) on a Sunday noon back in 1988. I was coming down with bronchitis. As I exited the restaurant, this nice family comes bounding up towards me, all dressed up from church. Just as they do, I let loose with some nasty projectile vomiting (not only out my mouth, but out my nose, too). They froze in horror and swiftly returned to their car.
I ordered a fried chicken at a fancy restaurant hotel. As soon as I cut into it, it started spurting blood. I lost my appetite. The maitre’d went back into the kitchen and FIRED the chef on the spot. For the next 10 minutes, all you could hear was shouting and utensils/plates, etc. being thrown about.
Some of the grossest places are at the deli counters in big-cahin grocery stores. The gal will be mopping the floor, then you come up, she puts the mop down and comes to serve you, without washing her hands.
It was so bad, that I finally had to demand the managers, instruct all their employees to wash their hands before serving customers. Did it help? No?
If I were to ask them to wash first, thay would pissed at me for bringing it up.
“... you think that’s bad, you should see how he makes donuts.”
I work with raw and cooked food everyday for a very busy restaurant. Within 4-5 minutes, I change these gloves 2-3 times depending on which hand is doing what.
Owned. McDonalds sold their share back in 2005.
After my Grandma’s funeral there was a formal get together at a restaurant, I’m not sure what it was officially called, a reception maybe.
My cousin ordered a certain brand of beer and the waitress misheard her, I spoke to correct her and she snapped at me to “wait my turn”. I was in mourning and I am not a child and I was your CUSTOMER you unprofessional piece of crap. I regret not chewing her out.
I was never more disgusted in a restaurant, the one that reeked of burnt cheese and garlic and the MacDonalds with the clogged toilet are second and third.
>”My sister found a bandaid in her soup”<
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I eat breakfast at the one in Laguna Hills a couple of times a month. I would have never guessed they would have any issues. It always looks clean and inviting and the Kitchen is in plain view.
I used to go the South Laguna location, but no more.
I was thinking that the most disgusting experience in a restaurant wasn’t really those above instances I cited. It was when I was in a Florida Burger King when an old battleaxe bitch came in and start verbally attacking the young female manager. I was in the middle of eating my meal with my father when I (and the whole restaurant) heard this vicious assault. I started shaking with rage, because it reminded me of a certain person you know going after another certain person. It was like a war flashback...
My father nearly had to restrain me at the table, because I wanted to lay the old bitch out. I finally got up after she stormed out and went over to check on the manager and reassured her that she shouldn’t have to put up with that crap. I told her (loudly so that the whole restaurant could hear), “That’s what happens when you don’t get LAID for 50 years.” That got a big laugh out of her. Too bad for me, she was cute and I’d have asked her out, had I not been down in Florida and on my way out of town (but that’s the kind of luck that I have, as you well know). :-\
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