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I think Dumper was implying that if you don't want roach in your food, going to the same place and ordering fries instead of onion rings is probably not the best solution tbh.
You know roaches aren't on the menu, right?
I think Dumper was implying that if you don't want roach in your food, going to the same place and ordering fries instead of onion rings is probably not the best solution tbh.
I never go through drive-through lines with high curbs. I also never stop at tolls if I can help it (Sun-Pass that ). That scene from the Godfather where Sonny gets whacked on the causeway had a lasting effect on me.
Egress is more important than the menu at a FF joint, imho
Never went back to that BK again.
I asked for super sized fries and got home and had the small fries. I was pissed.
Had a friend who got a taco at Alamo Cafe a few years back and there were 2 blue marbles in the taco. They replaced the food and that was that. Can't think of any incidents involving dead mice or roaches. There was also the time I was eating lays potato chips like 8 years ago and there was ing sand in the bag. Literally, sand. No idea how that happened.
Try again, mouse. It wasn't funny.
Did you hear a whooshing sound when you read my post?
That brought a tear.. lol
There was the time I went to McDonald's and ordered a 1/4 pounder.
"we no got shakes, we clean ma CH ine"
"why would you clean your shake machine a lunch?"
"Dat's when my CHift starts"
no, i'd respect peoples right to eat less foods
I wish Checkers shared your philosophy
Well I don't know if this is a horror story but it took place at a restaurant, so...
And, suckingly, I wasn't there to witness this greatness.
A drummer buddy of mine was eating at a pizza place in Temple with his brother and friends. They were having the pizza and salad deal. They were telling some funny story and my buddy's brother laughed so hard that a piece of lettuce flew out of his nose right on the table--and apparently it looked like a whole leaf of lettuce. It slaps on the table. Everyone looks at it and one of their friend's has a weak stomach and just hurls projectile vomit right on the table. Thing is, you know how when you spill some liquid on a table that it just doesn't fall off the table? I'm sure one of the geniuses here can label it. It kinda just hangs there. Well, his puke wasn't falling off the table and was about an inch high on the table which grossed out the whole place
They skipped dessert
Well I don't know if this is a horror story but it took place at a restaurant, so...
And, suckingly, I wasn't there to witness this greatness.
A drummer buddy of mine was eating at a pizza place in Temple with his brother and friends. They were having the pizza and salad deal. They were telling some funny story and my buddy's brother laughed so hard that a piece of lettuce flew out of his nose right on the table--and apparently it looked like a whole leaf of lettuce. It slaps on the table. Everyone looks at it and one of their friend's has a weak stomach and just hurls projectile vomit right on the table. Thing is, you know how when you spill some liquid on a table that it just doesn't fall off the table? I'm sure one of the geniuses here can label it. It kinda just hangs there. Well, his puke wasn't falling off the table and was about an inch high on the table which grossed out the whole place
They skipped dessert
I was really hoping/thinking this was going to end with a fight story. That's a disgusting visual.
About thirty years ago, my daughter (four years old at the time) climbed up on the bathroom sink, got into the medicine chest, and ate half a box of chocolate ex-lax.
We rushed her to the BAMC emergency room, and they gave her charcoal and ipecac.
She immediately emptied her stomach contents and we left about an hour later.
That afternoon, we went to the Pizza Hut on Austin Highway to eat. My daughter was really hungry (of course, she didn't have anything on her stomach) andate with gusto.
Unfortunately, ipecac apparently lingers in the system for quite a while. She was chattering away, and without pausing launched her lunch all over her Mom and the table, all without warning. Embarassed, we helped clean up, paid our bill, and were leaving when the waitress approached us and asked our daughter if she was feeling better. Bad idea; she smiled, opened her mouth to speak, and honked all down the front of the waitress' uniform. We never went back to that place again. (too embarassed)
Chump, if he went back to the same exact BK that served him the roachrings and ordered fries instead, I could see your point. However, I just assumed (correctly apparently) that nobody in their right mind would do something like that.
Also, anyone with half a brain and/or tastebuds already knows that they use the same oil to fry everything. They are also required to change the oil from time to time . . . unless you are suggesting that all BK fryers are connected to an elaborate underground network of roach infested cooking oil tubes, then you probably shouldn't try so hard to put across a whatever really insignificant point you are trying to make.
Yeahhhh so I won't be eating lunch today.
Worst story I have was from Old San Francisco Steakhouse, where I got some large unidentifiable chunk of something in my salad. It looked like a piece of melon or maybe raw pork; it was like a solid cube but all pink and spongy. The restaurant took the salad back and claimed it was a piece of the cheese rind that had fallen in, but I'm not sure I believed that. Either way, they comped my swordfish dinner that night.
Other than that, one time at the KFC on Thousand Oaks, I ordered a chicken sandwich and they forgot the chicken. Just bun, lettuce, sauce, bun.
I'm not sure where the you people are eating, but I'm suddenly glad I've stopped ordering out so damn much.
I remember hearing that junior or senior year in HS, hahaha.
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