There was this earwig, dead, on Lola's Hawaiian pizza at the Nampa Pizza Hut. She didn't eat it. We didn't pay for it. And we didn't go back, ever. Someone in the family, and it is rumored that it was Alyce, went back into the kitchen area and told those people they should not put dead earwigs in their pizza. Alyce was very young at the time, but that does not mean she didn't do it. Somebody had to.
Then there was this large, very strange-looking flying insect that I watched from across a restaurant dining room. And you know how it is sometimes. You just know that thing is going to fly into your food. You try to deny it. I mean, what are the chances? You're not alone in the place. But you can't really eat. All you can do is watch and wait and hope it won't happen, but when it does, you're just kind of resigned to it.
So this big bug lands in my salad--and stays there. I sent the salad back. Yes, even the server could see the bug, and the people at the next table saw it, too. They seemed quite amused by the whole thing. I was not, and I like to think I walked out on the rest of the meal, but I don't remember. This was also in Nampa, JB's.
When Richard found a bloody vein in his taco meat at Los Hermanos in Provo, he may have gagged. The blob of bread in his salsa at a Boise IHOP just made him mad. That kind of stuff always happens to him.
Patrick wanted a personal pizza at Perkins'. He got it, complete with a fish fin attached to the underside of the crust, which was explainable, I suppose, since their special that night was trout. He could not eat. Neither could his brother, Shane, because the long dark hair wrapped around his French toast--same place, same night--was not explainable.
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Great. This means I have to tell about when I was waiting to be seated at Applebee's one time (in CA) and saw the manager come out and talk to a woman who was quite upset about something she had found in her food. Turns out she had bitten down on a chunk of broken dish. I believe it was in her soup or salad. Ouch. Don't know what's going on in that kitchen, but everyone involved is lucky her tooth didn't chip. We ate there anyway.
Grandma, all of the stories you told grossed me out, especially the fish fin one. I was at a wedding reception last night, and had a piece of hair on my cake. My roommates and I decided it was mine, and then ate it anyway. I don't know why it didn't gross me out. Probably because it was blonde, and likely could have been mine.
MLB and I went to Olive Garden once upon a time, and I think we broke an unwritten rule when we asked for a third salad. It came to us complete with a receipt from another customer in it. I summoned the manager and posed her what I thought was a fair question. "No, we do not recycle our salads," she said. I'll bet. We did not pay for our meal, and we have been back. We are stupid like that.
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