I went out to dinner with a friend a few years back and it all went well until we got dessert. I was eating my pecan pie when I bit down onto something a little inedible. I worked at an ice cream store at the time and part of my job was to clean the equipment at night. That’s why I immediately recognized the bristle from the scrub brush as I pulled it out of my mouth. I used the exact same kind of brush to scrub down the machines every day. My slice of pie was free that night… but I’m sure some of you can top that story.
For those of you that come here really late at night/early in the morning, be sure to check out yesterday’s comic. I forgot to hit the publish button so it was late going live on the site :p
This one time, at band camp…
No, not really. This one time my family and another family who are friends with mine went to eat at a local place that we frequent. We get served our plates of food when on my mom’s friend’s son’s plate, we see it – a cigarette butt. Thankfully it was found right as we got the food and not accidentally bitten into thinking it was a weird macaroni noodle or something.
I found a ring of metal in my sloppy joes one year at camp. It was the metal ring that comes on the end of a tube of ground beef.
New school. Spaghetti – my favourite! – for lunch. Took one bite and discovered that the marinara sauce was actually full of mashed-up beans.
It might not be as impressive as some of the stuff other people listed, but I _loathe_ beans. How did they think this was a good idea?
Also, I stopped eating all fast food for a few years when I discovered some of the disgusting stuff some of my sixth form acquaintances had put in the food of people they didn’t like. BEYOND foul.
you all heard about the woman who “found” a human finger in her chili at Wendy’s, right?
A hispanic family bought out this older resturant in town. while the old resturant was my family’s favorite place to go we were curious about this place so we all went for my gmpa’s b-day. we all had some basic issues with our food-meat over/undercooked exc. but we were okay untill i relized with growing horror thatthings were trying to crawl out of the the seafood soup special that my grandpa ordered to the saftey of the table. it took me a whole minute to register what i was looking at before had the sence to tell grandpa that his shrimp was crawling across the table and trying to get into my mother’s salad. we didn’t go back. the resturant closed again after a week.