Hey Pandas, What Is One Of Your Worst Experiences At A Restaurant? (Closed)

Just one? Ok, probably being screamed at by people at a table not my own; "We don't care, we just want our food" while the EMTs were trying to recesitate their waitress who lay unconcious at their feet.

So one time i went to ( i forgot ) and it was nice, like really nice, only problem is that we had to wait an hour for our food to come, i went insane, i was STARVING, food wasnt bad tho

Ok, the majority of these are, bad service, bad food, dirty restaurant, etc. So I'll skip those bad experiences and give you this one!
Years ago I was out of town at an art show. I get up early, and stop at a Waffle House for breakfast. And I am wearing my usual: mens cargo shorts, baggy t-shirt, mens athletic shoes, and socks. No make-up. Self cut hair. Not exactly a fashion plate, but I'm in my comfortabe clothes.
Since I'm by myself I decide it would be most polite to sit at the counter and not take up a whole booth.
Old fart sits down next to me, ( plenty of seats Not next to me)
Leans over and ask me ( I kid you Not)
" are you a working girl?"
Well I have a Job.
Thankfully the waitress had dealt with him before and threw him out.
But to this day I can't help thinking
What the f**k?

Best/worst time at a restaurant. Anyway, almost 25 years ago my dad, sister and a family friend and I had all just come home from a wonderful and strenuous church trip, walking across Wyoming. We were hungry and didn't want to make dinner. An older man with three innocent looking teenage girls probably didn't exactly look threatening to the workers. But we were so excited about our trip we were laughing and apparently not talking quietly. About five minutes after our food arrived, the staff came to our table with doggie bags and kindly asking us to leave! None of us had ever gotten kicked out of anywhere before (or since). I still feel a little bad for the staff and other customers, but sinfully prideful. It is still one of my favorite memories!

There's been a few bad ones.

I think the one that took the cake was a restaurant called "The Armadillo", a sort of Mexican, western sort of restaurant that served "bloomin' onions". "How about some bloomin' service", one of the guy's in my party said. We waited for so long for the waitress, who was so busy eyeing up her fellow waiter, she lost the order slip. .... Not sure if that was just an excuse but she did offer us that appetizer while we waited.. over an hour. The table next to us got seated after us and dug into their food before us. We got so fed up waiting and hearing apologies and excuses, we paid for our drinks and bloomin' onions, and headed across the parking lot to Red Lobster.

Me and my kid were looking for a nice, casual place to eat while shopping. We decided to try Mongos Grill. We went in and ... it definitely different to what we thought it was. But not a problem. Seemed like a fun place. We ordered our drink, got promptly seated and everything. Another waitress came around and had to explain the ordering process to us. It was sort of like a well-organized buffet. She went over the menus. The prices were a bit much for what my budget could afford to get us both separate plates and I told the waitress we'll just share a bowl. A typical thing we do. The waitress said the portions were huge, enough to take home leftovers, so why not. Her tone changed to this snotty, huffy attitude. "Umm, we don't allow people to share. In fact, if we catch you sharing we'll charge you double."... Uh, what? Why? What's the big deal? "I'm going to tend to this table, here, and let you think about it." .. k, wtf? It was a while before she came back. Just like at The Armadillo, the table next to us was seated, tended to within minutes and in 10 minutes they were eating. Me and my kid were taken aback and just wanted to pay for our drinks and leave. When the waitress came back we told her we'll just pay for the beverages and eat elsewhere. She had the gull to ask "Is it because I said you can't share?" Well, yes. Yes it is. Because at the end of the day, if I'm paying $25 for a heaping bowl of food that is too much for me to eat entirely on my own, what's it to the restaurant if I'm sharing one with my daughter. I'm still paying for it. If I go to Montana's, not only do they not mind me sharing a plate of food with my kid, they'll place it on 2 separate dishes and charge me like it was just the one plate. That's service. That's what inclines me to tip. We never went to Mongos again.

Husband and I were secret shoppers for a chain of steak houses and we're called in for a lunch shop, at a time that wasn't busy. Our waitress was excruciatingly slow in ordering and bring out the food. Once served, she plopped down into a booth behind us and proceeded to make phone calls trying to off-load a shipment of drugs she'd just received. We were interviewed by several people about that shopping report.

Drive thru at In-N-Out Burger. So the line was long (understandable) and this was around the middle of the pandemic so only drive thru (again, understandable). What was NOT understandable was the girl who took our order's thought process. She took the orders of the cars behind us first, like she literally started with the last car in line and worked her way up. Then, she proceeded to see a car full of people (me, mom, sister, and dog) and tried to walk off and charge us after only taking my sister's order! As though me and my mom didn’t want food and were just there for aesthetic purposes. So, we’re now hot,, hungry, annoyed, and finally make our way through the never ending line only to learn that due to the girl's inept process our orders were mixed up with the cars behind us. We also got cold food (because of course it was ready before we could make our way up there). My mom was so mad that she has sworn off the chain for life.

30 years ago at Joe T. Garcia's (a Tex-Mex staple in Fort Worth), a server spilled a tray of a couple dozen small bowls of salsa down my back. Mind you, this was after waiting in line for almost 2 hours. He didn't apologize (may not have known English), but left to get cleaning gear. We had to call the manager over, and all he offered was to pay for the cleaning bill for my clothes, if we sent it to him. No meal comp. No free drinks. If I was more mature then, I'd have demanded more. I have never been back and never will. Truth be told, I've found a lot better Tex-Mex since, with greater variety of dishes, lower prices, and less wait. Stuff it, Joe T. Garcia's! Do I hold a grudge or what?

I have two! The first one was a a one off "mexican" joint that was the most white washed food I have ever eaten. The food was absolutely horrible, I swear they used mission flour tortillas Velveeta cheese and bland tomatoes and called it Mexican. I literally couldn't eat it.

The second was at a Claim Jumper years ago where they served me chicken breast that was still raw in the center and the manager tried to argue with me that I deserved the meal comp'd because I didn't want a new dish. The whole reason I asked for it to be comp'd was because this was the second time it had happened at the same restaurant.

First post:)
Anyways, not me but my mother. She ordered hot and sour soup and got chicken soup. (My entire family is vegetarian). Like how???
Also not related but can y'all know the difference between veganism and vegetarianism. Like my friends ask me if I'm vegan and I say that I'm vegetarian and they say "yeah sAmE dIfFeReNcE".

I was travelling across the USA and stopped in Casino Falls. My son (then 5) wanted something to eat before we checked into a hotel. I decided to get the food to go. I ordered a sandwich and got him a kids cheese pizza. After an hour and a half waiting, I asked the waitress what was taking so long. She said the cook was training two new line cooks and that she had to run home because her two sons were home alone and had managed to set her house on fire with fireworks. After we got our food and went to the hotel, my son took a bite of the pizza and spit it out. They'd used BBQ sauce instead of pizza sauce. And my sandwich was soggy because the veggies were freshly washed before being put on it. We had vending machine food that night.

When I was about 11 years old we went to a really posh restaurant as a birthday treat for my grandad’s 60th. I went to the bathroom with my younger cousin and saw 2 of the servers having sex right on the baby changing station, in full view on anyone walking in.
We went and told my parents about it and my dad was pretty angry but didn’t want to cause a big scene. That is until the male server came out of the bathroom obviously disheveled and grabbed some plates for our table still wearing the gloves he’d had on in the bathroom. My dad later asked to speak to the manager only to be directed to the same man. We got a meal voucher after my dad wrote a formal complaint but we never went back to that restaurant.

I ate some nice food at our local restaurant. As I stood up to leave the table, I saw a fat rat running across the floor. I threw up ....

I was with a friend who had a successful job completed and wanted to blow it all on a fancy-schmancy dinner for two. All was fine until - until I got the key lime pie for dessert. "Jean! I've never seen you look like that!" - so I turned it to face him: there was a live cockroach crawling in it. My buddy there screamed and threatened to call the tv news and made such a fuss - well, they comped our entire meal.

i was dining at an outdoor restaurant with my family in Florida. we had to wait a little bit to be seated so we went up to the bar to grab some drinks. we sat down at our table with our drinks. no service or anything for 15 minutes. then a waitress walks over and but then turns away and says to the hostess, “are you sure?”. um we were thirsty and got drinks at the bar, lady…

Not my experience, but happend to my parents. They where either in Turkey or in northern Africa and found a quaint little restuarant with lots of locals. After being seated they noticed that they waiter would knock on a cabinet/box that contained the bread, before they opened the door. Every time the waiter would get bread he would knock on the box.

My parents thought it was a bit strange, but found out when they looked inside on their way out. The box was full of cockroaches and the knocking "scared" them out of sight long enough to get bread.

I was 2 when this happened, but me, my mom, and my dad were at a Lucky’s. Some random server was drunk and decided to pour water on my head. Then she rubbed some lettuce in my hair and started hysterically laughing. That server was fired because she kept doing it to other people. I don’t trust anyone with pink hair anymore.

I ate at a restaurant some really nice food. As I left the table, I saw a fat rat running across the floor. I threw up ...