Thursday, August 11, 2011
The Worst Dining Stories You'll Ever Hear
No one's perfect.
There are bad servers, and there are certainly customers who behave badly like the infamous two-cent tipper.
But never, ever, ever, ever in my years of dining did I think I'd ever come across a story like this:
"Two steroid-cases are relaxing (doing shots) at opposite tables in the lounge with their ladies. Both groups, roughly at the same time, order a slice of cheesecake. Jacked-Guy #1 gets his cheesecake first. Jacked-Guy #2 stands up when he sees it and says, 'Bro, that's my cheesecake.'
I jump in, 'He ordered one as well, yours is coming, sir.'
'No, that cheesecake is mine.'
'No, it's not.'
Jacked-Guy #1 yells across the lounge at #2: 'Hey, sit the hell down!'
Jacked Guy #2 proceeds to take his penis out of his pants, cross the room and puts his penis in the other guy's cheesecake.
They proceed to fight. Thankfully, no one consumed the cheesecake."
Um. No words. Want more?! Zagat's got seven additional tales of terror right here.
And you thought the remaking of Fright Night was bad!