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23 People Confess Their Worst Restaurant Experiences

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Going out to eat is a luxury that we sometimes take for granted. I mean, instead of paying $13 for bougie avocado toast with cojita cheese and red pepper flakes, we could be crying into our fifth bowl of instant ramen and wondering about all of the delicious dishes we’re missing out on. But not all restaurants are created equal, and sometimes, that dope avocado toast could have a side of sh*tty service and a cockroach (or three) dwelling beneath it’s flaky, fatty surface.

Maybe your server was an intolerable little b*tch who threatened to cut you in the parking lot after you calmly tried to explain that you had ordered the burger, not the fish. Or perhaps the new cook accidentally mixed bleach with ammonia while cleaning in the back and the entire restaurant almost died of toxic gas poisoning. You never thought that a night out at Chili’s could be the end of you, but they also never told us how many calories were in an Awesome Blossom. RIP our arteries.

So whether it’s the undercooked chicken tenders that make you explode from both ends, or the entitled employee who expects a tip after giving the most horrendous service ever — eating out at can either make or break your view on humanity. It sucks to be “that person” at a restaurant who sends back food or complains, but when you’re driven to the edge of sanity and salmonella, saving face or acting polite just won’t cut it.

These 23 people confess their most terrible restaurant experiences:


1.

At the bottom of my Caesar salad, a used band-aid with a little spot of blood in the middle. Which I found after I ate most of the salad. At least they comped me the salad, I guess.

2.

Went to a pub and got chicken wings, they were raw, and still cold. Sent them back, I’m pretty sure they put them in the microwave for 30 seconds, and they were still raw. My girlfriend ordered a burger, it was also uncooked, barely seared on the outside and ice cold in the middle. We just got up and left.

3.

Cockroaches fell out of the ceiling and onto our table while eating.

4.

Found a beetle in my meal at Chili’s. Told the server, who told the manager, who refused to budge and insisted that I pay full price because of the chance that I put it in there deliberately. Yeah, I just carry around a beetle in my pocket, and when nobody is looking, I throw that fucker in my meal which I am paying for. Haven’t gone back.

Written by Laura McNairy

Laura is a freelance writer for TFLN. She likes to write about what she knows best — dating, sex, and being awkward, but usually in the opposite order. She is the Assistant Editor and videographer for Peach Fuzz, a sex-positive nudie magazine in ATX.