my real life adventures

Rocko & Anna's - my inner critic

Let's pretend I'm a restaurant critic for a moment. I don't like clam shell in my seafood gnocchi and yet I had some... tiny little pieces of delightful crunchiness. It scared me, I thought I was going to be stabbed in the gums. So do I complain to the waitress, no - because it's a seafood dish and there are whole clam shells in the dish so it's reasonable to assume that there could have been a piece of a shell or two in there, right?

Would you complain?

My lettuce was droopy too, I could have gotten fresher from my own plastic bag of salad at home. The only thing that I really liked was the butter, it was good.

Today I went to lunch with some co-workers and I took one bite of my turkey burger and knew I wasn't going to finish it, it was saltier than a Wendy's burger and that's saying a lot. I tried to eat it, but when push came to shove I couldn't. My friend Christine had the same thing and said the same thing, "It's really salty." But this time I said something to the waitress, she said it's very peppery and I said, no it's really salty and she said it's suppose to be spicy and I said, I've had it before and this is really spicy and Christine chimed in "It's really salty." The waitress offered me a re-do, I said no, she offered me a new plain burger, I said no thank you and then she took my plate away.

She comes back with the bill and says "I took your sandwich off", I was delighted - I know the turkey burger is normally really good, so I'll be back!

posted by Heather @ 1:22 PM