How fucking sweet is that? I kow I have often wondered about the entries that win, so I thought I'd post mine. (I hope that's not a problem, and I'm sure the Admins will take care of anything I do that crosses the line, so here goes.)
1) Worst restaurant experience ever for me was at an Olive Garden. This was back when I thought of OG as fine dining. My wife and I were there, and we were sitting in a section with only one waitress. She was horrible. She brought every one of us in the section the wrong food. She never refilled our drinks. She disappeared for 20 minutes at a time. All of the people in the section were talking openly about how awful she was. Looking back, it's kind of funny, because after one of her disappearances, we heard shit breaking in the kitchen. Like a lot of shit. And we could hear her screaming and cursing at the top of her lungs. We all looked at each other like we expected to be on hidden camera or something. Then she showed up a few minutes later to bring us our checks like nothing had happened, and she was nicer than she had been all evening despite the bleeding cut on her face.
Years later, I met someone at work who had been working at that particular Olive Garden while this waitress worked there. He told me that they call called her Spooky and tried to stay away from her. She eventually got fired, but not the night I was there. I actually saw her again after that at a nice, family owned Italian place nearby. My wife and I recognized her and expected the worst, but she must have straightened out her meds because she was fine that time.
2) I used to work at KFC right after I graduated from High School. We did so much stuff there that the BurgerWorld scenes from Beavis and Butthead seemed pale in comparison. If we found a dish that was going to be hard to clean, we threw it on the roof. If you were the one washing dishes and you didn't guard your sink, we'd fill it with flour. We had biscuit dough wars (wet dough sticks to almost anything). We fried things that I'm not proud of. One day, when the first customer came in, I was hidden back in the kitchen. I yelled over to my coworker "What does Ron want us to do with all this green chicken?" My friend said simply "cook it". The customer was justifiably freaked out and asked how fresh the chicken was. The cashier just busted out laughing before trying to explain that the guys in the back were idiots. That customer actually bought some chicken though, and we gave her some extra pieces.
3) Not only would I groove to it, but I'd play it really loud in my car with the windows down.
4) On October 7th, I'll probably be sitting at home with the new baby (due any day) thinking of days gone by when I could catch a movie opening weekend at night. But I intend to see this soon after.
5) That's a very informative blog. It's like the script for a making of featurette.
6) I love Cafe du Mond. Since most of the French Quarter was spared I'm sure it's still there. But you have to take one of those planes with water skis to get there now. Just typing this has brought back fond memories of Cafe au Lait and beignet doughnuts. Oh, and I don't speak or spell French so please don't deduct points for misspelling.
1) Worst restaurant experience ever for me was at an Olive Garden. This was back when I thought of OG as fine dining. My wife and I were there, and we were sitting in a section with only one waitress. She was horrible. She brought every one of us in the section the wrong food. She never refilled our drinks. She disappeared for 20 minutes at a time. All of the people in the section were talking openly about how awful she was. Looking back, it's kind of funny, because after one of her disappearances, we heard shit breaking in the kitchen. Like a lot of shit. And we could hear her screaming and cursing at the top of her lungs. We all looked at each other like we expected to be on hidden camera or something. Then she showed up a few minutes later to bring us our checks like nothing had happened, and she was nicer than she had been all evening despite the bleeding cut on her face.
Years later, I met someone at work who had been working at that particular Olive Garden while this waitress worked there. He told me that they call called her Spooky and tried to stay away from her. She eventually got fired, but not the night I was there. I actually saw her again after that at a nice, family owned Italian place nearby. My wife and I recognized her and expected the worst, but she must have straightened out her meds because she was fine that time.
2) I used to work at KFC right after I graduated from High School. We did so much stuff there that the BurgerWorld scenes from Beavis and Butthead seemed pale in comparison. If we found a dish that was going to be hard to clean, we threw it on the roof. If you were the one washing dishes and you didn't guard your sink, we'd fill it with flour. We had biscuit dough wars (wet dough sticks to almost anything). We fried things that I'm not proud of. One day, when the first customer came in, I was hidden back in the kitchen. I yelled over to my coworker "What does Ron want us to do with all this green chicken?" My friend said simply "cook it". The customer was justifiably freaked out and asked how fresh the chicken was. The cashier just busted out laughing before trying to explain that the guys in the back were idiots. That customer actually bought some chicken though, and we gave her some extra pieces.
3) Not only would I groove to it, but I'd play it really loud in my car with the windows down.
4) On October 7th, I'll probably be sitting at home with the new baby (due any day) thinking of days gone by when I could catch a movie opening weekend at night. But I intend to see this soon after.
5) That's a very informative blog. It's like the script for a making of featurette.
6) I love Cafe du Mond. Since most of the French Quarter was spared I'm sure it's still there. But you have to take one of those planes with water skis to get there now. Just typing this has brought back fond memories of Cafe au Lait and beignet doughnuts. Oh, and I don't speak or spell French so please don't deduct points for misspelling.
