2 posts tagged “food”
There's something very rewarding about having a delicious Indian dinner with friends, easy conversation with no lulls, and then picking up the check on a whim. Best $50 I've spent in a while.
It's also something that I can think of very little that I want for Christmas. Am I that satisfied in my material possessions? I guess so. That's not a bad thing.
current music: Modest Mouse "We Were Dead..." || current mood: satisfied
What's been your worst experience at a restaurant?
I've had my fair share of bad dining experiences, but hands-down the worst would have to be the time my wife and I were unfortunate enough to dine at Cafe 360. We should have turned around and walked out when we saw how dingy the place looked, but we were hungry and wanted to give it a shot. We were one of three tables in the place, and it still took a while for anyone to attend to us. Still, we went ahead and placed our orders. I forget now what my wife ordered, but I opted for the vegetarian chili. While we waited, we watched the bus boy come in from his smoke break, bus a table, take his hat off and dig (presumably at the nits) in his filthy hair and then immediately start rolling silverware, no handwashing involved. Again, we should have just left, and we sort of deserve what we got for our hubris. Our food arrived, not hot, but not cold, and I was bemused to see that "vegetarian chili" appeared to be a chili base with random vegetables thrown in (carrots, chili?!). The flavor was barely there, but at least it wasn't particularly gross. The meal continued uneventfully and we ended up leaving fairly dissatisfied. What really made it a terrible I'd-never-go-back-ever experience, though, was what happened that night. Indigestion in full swing we went to bed. (Disgusting details alert!) Sometime in the middle of the night I woke up with a mouthful of chili-vomit. No other restaurant has caused me to ralph in my sleep; I have to believe that my unconscious mind was purging the poisons from my body. I was lucky in two ways, first that I woke quickly enough to keep the nasty stuff in my mouth and not spew it in the bed, and second that I was laying on my stomach. I can think of few ways to have died more ignominiously than choking to death on my own vomit because I made the terrible decision to eat at that dung-heap.
