Today, October 14th 2007 will be remembered for the sbsolute worst meal in my life.

After ordering "Tender chicken breast in light filo pastry", I sat down to enjoy my meal. First problem, couldn't even cut it! So dried out it broke like a 6 month old bread crust.

I ask the waitress for the 'Chef" to which she directed me to the 'Dining Manager", a young slip of a girl hardly out of school.

As I held out my chicken breast to demonstrate the a fookin fork would not even penetrate it, I quietly said the it was cooked to absolute perfection, somewhere between extinction & cremation. " I doubt whether it would be suitable for dog fookin food!!!

She walked off with the plate and I waited another 1.5hrs but no meal nor refund was made. Little wonder people get pissed off!!!

I'm supprised you waited so long BAW.

what, did you pay in advance? what sort of restrant was it? macca's?
greg

Yes an advantage of restaurants where you pay at the end of the meal.

You're too fussy or your wrists are getting weak with age (like mine) and you need someone to cut your meat. It has something to do with the colour of ones hair.

2 words...
American Express.

bad meal?
call AMEX and tell the the restraunt didnt fulfill thier end of the deal and AMEX wont pay them.

Damn Kstephens I didnt know that!!

BadassWallace- Here in America we walk out on that! That usually gets their attention.

Well if this was in Kingaroy he should have known your supposed to take in your own chain-saw. In a class act restaurant in the main street, the smaller models are preferred.

Kingaroy has a restaurant????? Other than Maccas?????

Nah! It was a city based 80th birthday thingy for the old Aunty, that's why I had to sit there for all that time (glaring toward the kitchen all the time)
Gee Muz, I bet you could tell some stories about possum stew!

Absolute worst meal was at the Silahis International Hotel in Manila in the late '70's. At the time, the Silahis was rated 5 star, and we were assured all staff spoke fluent English...

We were staying there until we found suitable accomodation for a two year stint....

The four of us ordered steak, fries and salad. Pretty simple, and the very cute waitress seemed to understand every word we said... Drinks were served quickly, and icy cold...

After an hour, she proudly placed a plate in front of each of us, with a sizzling, perfectly done, juicy and richly aromatic steak... however no no fries, nor salad had made their appearance... after a few minutes, we called her back...

"Sorry Sir..." she said, and whipped the plates away from us, and disappeared into the kitchen...

A few minutes later, she came back, all smiles, and placed four plates each containing a visually perfect Caeser salad on the table....

No steak, no fries....

Coupla minutes of patient waiting, nothing....

"Miss, where's the rest of our meal?"

"Sorry Sir", whipped the salad plates away and disappeared once again into the kitchen...

Remember this is a five star hotel....

Hehehe... you guessed it....

Another beaming smile from our little cutey, and a huge bowl of hot, crisp fries is placed in the centre of the table.... but our steaks and salads had vanished into the Twilight Zone....

Did I tell you she was cute? It's amazing what a cute Filipina can get away with... (but we won't go there )...

Soooo.... another 'Oh Miss', followed by yet another "Sorry Sir" and this time the fries vanished......

At least we were kept well supplied with icy cold San Miguel... the combination of cute waitress (with a gorgeous smile) and liberal applications of San Miguel probably saved that young girl's life.... when....

A trolley was wheeled out with....

Four plates with a steak on each (the original steaks - we could tell by the pieces cut from them when we first started).
Four plates with Caeser Salad on each.
A huge bowl of wilted fries....

All heated in a microwave. And I mean ALL.... including the now steaming Caeser Salad...

Dark deeds were contemplated, but by this time, the liberal application of certain beverages had probably rendered us incapable of carrying out our plans......

And she was rather cute....

Hows this one. A new resturant opened in Lithgow. The wife (then girlfriend) and some other couples and mates thought we'd check it out before heading to the workies club. We all ordered starters which were good. For mains I had steak, one bloke ordered lobster (proper one from the states, had claws and everything )One of our mates ordered the lasagne. When the waitress put his plate of lasagne in front of him he just sat there staring at it. Penny (wife) said -
"Whats wrong?"
Pete said-
"look at my plate"
We all looked at his plate and it was crawling with BIG maggots
He called the waitress and over she came all smiles. Pete pointed to his plate and the blood drained from her face.
She whipped the plate away and raced back into the kitchen and in a flash the owner was out apologising. He said the fridges stopped working etc etc blah blah blah.

Pete had a free meal, we all got free drinks. There was a lot of loud talk at our table warning the rest of the patrons not to order the "walking rice"

We went to the workies and told EVERYONE. That place didn't last long. Doesn't take long for word to get around in a country town

And you know. It never occured to the rest of us not to keep eating our meals. I thought my steak was pretty good.

They were lucky not to loose their shirts in a lawsuit for that sort of unhygienic conditions.