Tell us about your most disgusting experience in a restaurant

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.

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."

Rubys?

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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