but soon....really soon.
Friday night, two of my children were out with friends, so hub and I took the other 2 out to dinner. Hub wanted soup, son wanted Olive Garden, I just wanted a GREAT salad. (by great salad, i mean something other than iceberg lettuce, tomato and ranch dressing.) Granted, I know I like the salad at Olive Garden & my hub could have had soup there too, but I wanted something different.
(DEEP REGRET MOMENT) :(

So Hub drives up the road and sees a place with home cooking. I immediately frown. My youngest says from the back seat, "I don't want to eat here!"
Hubs response, " I want good soup and this is home cooking!"
So I stay silent. I am not a big diner person. I like ambiance and good lighting.
The minute we walk in my cell rings.
It's my brother, long distance.
So because I am on the cell, she will not take anyones orders.
I hang up.
She comes over.
Everyone orders and mine happens to start off with a salad. (iceberg lettuce, tomato, cucumbers & I ask for V&O)
I bite into the cucumber and it is rotten. I spit it into my husbands napkin because the 4 of us were sat at a table for 2.
I whisper to my hub, "WE ARE NEVER COMING HERE AGAIN"
We eat, the waitress comes over and tells hub and I that we get dessert with our meal. NOT THE KIDS but us.
I love food! I normally will never have dessert because I love food! I am just not a big dessert person.
She tells us that our choices are ice cream, tapioca, or rainbow sherbet.
I say I'll take the ice cream.
She says chocolate ,strawberry, or vanilla?

I look at my two boys and they mouth strawberry.
She asks my hub and he says Tapioca.
She asks would you like whipped cream on top?
Sure!
Hub: NO!
so it comes back and we both have whipped cream on top.
I take a couple of bites then give bites to the boys.
about 2/3's of it is gone so I start to mix it up with my spoon.....
wait.....
whats' tha....
something gold?....
hang on...
OH MY GOSH!!!!!!!!
It's the lid to a butter packet......IN MY ICE CREAM!!!!!!!!!!

AGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!
WE ARE NEVER GOING TO EAT HERE AGAIN!
I CANNOT STOP GAGGING. THE MERE THOUGHT OF THAT MAKES ME SICK. I COULD NOT WIPE MY TONGUE ENOUGH TIMES!!!
MY HUB GOES UP TO THE COUNTER.
"WELL.......I HAVE NO IDEA HOW THAT GOT THERE?"
"WE'LL GIVE YOU $5. 00 OFF YOUR BILL!"
(MY THOUGHTS)
SERIOUSLY!
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
I AM SO NEVER COMING HERE AGAIN.
NEXT MORNING-
Hub comes home from the store,
"You are never going to believe this but they were packed this morning for breakfast!"
Uhhh...perhaps I didn't get my point across last night,
WE ARE NEVER GOING THERE AGAIN!!!
2 comments:
OMG you have to tell me where that is so I can join your boycott! Ew!
new cuisine...one of the many joys of moving. maybe the locals prefer their ice cream with trash?
imagine my stomach when i saw scrapple for the first time. eeewwww i wanted to go "home" so badly it hurt.
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