Bathroom thread over- What's your fav bad food story?
Apr 16th, 2002, 04:32 AM
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Two bad lobster stories, although I still enjoy it, just not quite so much:
1. Lobster dish at Mexico pavillion at Epcot -- ate most of it happily until the last piece tasted seriously OFF. Had given husband and son a taste each before reaching that bad taste. Sure enough, they both got a little bit sick (one barf each) but I felt near death up all night with all possible manifestation of food poisoning. Was so weak and sick we had to check out a day early. (Of course Disney's attitude was terrible in every way -- no help from hotel personnel in negotiating check out, hostile phone calls with threats from lawyers, and I had only written to tell them to check their kitchen and teach their hotel staff how to be more helpful.)
2. A Red Lobster lobster -- I start with "appendages" and the claws and legs were delicious but when I opened the thorax -- black GOO oozing all over the place and onto the plate. I have NO idea what it was (oil spill?), but wasn't even slightly interested when they offered me another one.
1. Lobster dish at Mexico pavillion at Epcot -- ate most of it happily until the last piece tasted seriously OFF. Had given husband and son a taste each before reaching that bad taste. Sure enough, they both got a little bit sick (one barf each) but I felt near death up all night with all possible manifestation of food poisoning. Was so weak and sick we had to check out a day early. (Of course Disney's attitude was terrible in every way -- no help from hotel personnel in negotiating check out, hostile phone calls with threats from lawyers, and I had only written to tell them to check their kitchen and teach their hotel staff how to be more helpful.)
2. A Red Lobster lobster -- I start with "appendages" and the claws and legs were delicious but when I opened the thorax -- black GOO oozing all over the place and onto the plate. I have NO idea what it was (oil spill?), but wasn't even slightly interested when they offered me another one.
Apr 16th, 2002, 04:37 AM
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My husband was feeling adventurous at a restaurant in Barcelona known for seafood, but I'll never know why he decided to order off the Catalan menu that had not been translated into Spanish or French, let alone English. He saw the word "porc" and thought, okay, pork could be great. He pointed to it, the waiter raised his eyebrows but said nothing.
What returned (warning--things get disgusting here) was a plate of a big bloody mess. As best we could tell is was pig's knuckles and kidneys, both cooked somewhat short of rare such that the kidneys spurted blood when you cut into them. The knuckles had lots of fat still attached to them. It was all covered in a blood sauce = blood with some red wine mixed in, completely uncooked.
It was the only time I ever saw my husband decline to eat something he'd ordered out of a spirit of adventure.
I enjoyed my calamari as best I could by not looking at his plate.
What returned (warning--things get disgusting here) was a plate of a big bloody mess. As best we could tell is was pig's knuckles and kidneys, both cooked somewhat short of rare such that the kidneys spurted blood when you cut into them. The knuckles had lots of fat still attached to them. It was all covered in a blood sauce = blood with some red wine mixed in, completely uncooked.
It was the only time I ever saw my husband decline to eat something he'd ordered out of a spirit of adventure.
I enjoyed my calamari as best I could by not looking at his plate.
