In an even louder voice the people at the next table (total strangers) hollered out "come on grandpa why did you"?
What's the funniest/strangest experience you've ever had in a restaurant?
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In an even louder voice the people at the next table (total strangers) hollered out "come on grandpa why did you"?
I can't really say anything really crazy ever happened to me, but one time, at a very small (packed) Chinese, my husband came out of the bathroom with a very long piece of toilette paper sticking out of the back of his pants. He went from the washroom, directly to the buffet, so just about everyone saw it and I had to run over to him and grab it! Also, a waitress thru-up on my mother's head. I wasn't there. Ew.
I was on a date with this girl and we decided to go to Tim Horton's after we ate. Once we got there she made her order and made a scene when she was told they had no more curlers. She wrapped her arm around mine, and pulled, all the while continuing her little freak fest. Seriously, what the bloody f*ck!? It's just a damn donut with ripples. Who bloody cares!?
I never said a thing while at the counter with her, execpt when I made my order (double double, large. that's it), and I tried to ignore the stares from the rest of the cliental while we sat and talked. There was no second date.
I never said a thing while at the counter with her, execpt when I made my order (double double, large. that's it), and I tried to ignore the stares from the rest of the cliental while we sat and talked. There was no second date.
we were sitting in the waiting area of white spot, had our little
4 yr. old grandaughter with us. There were lots of people waiting
across from us on a row of chairs.
Our grandaughter was standing, leaning on my leg, and looking around
at all of the people waiting, when all of a sudden she left me and
walking straight across to a lady sitting, also waiting.
She looked up at the lady, then put her hand on the bottom of her
skirt, and stroked the material, then put her hand just under bottom of the
skirt, continuing to feal the material, then looked up at the lady
and said "Nice Skirt", turned around and walked back to us, well,
everyone, including the lady just burst out laughing.
4 yr. old grandaughter with us. There were lots of people waiting
across from us on a row of chairs.
Our grandaughter was standing, leaning on my leg, and looking around
at all of the people waiting, when all of a sudden she left me and
walking straight across to a lady sitting, also waiting.
She looked up at the lady, then put her hand on the bottom of her
skirt, and stroked the material, then put her hand just under bottom of the
skirt, continuing to feal the material, then looked up at the lady
and said "Nice Skirt", turned around and walked back to us, well,
everyone, including the lady just burst out laughing.
Back in the sixties, I was in a restaurant with my dad. He had a steak. When the waitress asked how his meal was, he said that it was customary to kill the cow before serving it.
Sounds to me like a case of 2 rare things involved here...a steak, and politeness in describing how he felt about it. I like the dry humour too! :lol:
Reminds me of a restaurant in Courtenay years ago. When a customer got up to pay the bill, when asked how his meal was he replied "the worst goddamned meal I've eaten since the last time I ate here".
Once upon a time, I was on a road trip with a buddy, exploring Tennessee and Kentucky for a few days. He had to go to the bathroom really badly when we were going through Bowling Green, Kentucky. (He was having "digestive" problems from the previous night's frolicking)
Pulled up to a nice looking restaurant and went in. I thought "oops, this is a classy place...not the kind of place where you would just order a coffee to justify using the men's room. I explained to the hostess that we were just interested in ordering a coffee, but we were probably in the wrong place. Well, I was shocked by the response...
"C'mon in, sir. Here's a nice table for you. Two coffees? No problem. Would you like cream and sugar with them?" You'd think we had made a reservation for a big dinner or something. The coffees were presented, my (relieved) buddy returned from the bathroom, and we decided to peek at the menu (his appetite had returned). We ended up ordering a huge gourmet lunch and enjoying every bit of it.
It was the old "win/win" situation, and it all started with a great example of what I now know was "southern hospitality" at its best!
This isn't a negative story...but it does fall into the "unusual" category, I think.
Pulled up to a nice looking restaurant and went in. I thought "oops, this is a classy place...not the kind of place where you would just order a coffee to justify using the men's room. I explained to the hostess that we were just interested in ordering a coffee, but we were probably in the wrong place. Well, I was shocked by the response...
"C'mon in, sir. Here's a nice table for you. Two coffees? No problem. Would you like cream and sugar with them?" You'd think we had made a reservation for a big dinner or something. The coffees were presented, my (relieved) buddy returned from the bathroom, and we decided to peek at the menu (his appetite had returned). We ended up ordering a huge gourmet lunch and enjoying every bit of it.
It was the old "win/win" situation, and it all started with a great example of what I now know was "southern hospitality" at its best!
This isn't a negative story...but it does fall into the "unusual" category, I think.
About 15 years ago, went to Austin Texas for a business trip. A co worker and I arrived a day early, and decided to rent a car for the day and tour around. We drove around checking out the city, and he wanted to go to a real 'texas barbecue' joint. We wound up at a quonset hut place, who knows where. When we sat down, the waiter came over, and we explained that we wanted a couple of beers, something different, more local, not the national brands,
He turned around to the bartender, who was a black woman about 300 lbs, and shouted out 'gimme a couple of n1ggers for over here'....we thought we weren't going to leave that place alive, but she brought us over a couple of Negra Modelo beers. Which were quite tasty.
He turned around to the bartender, who was a black woman about 300 lbs, and shouted out 'gimme a couple of n1ggers for over here'....we thought we weren't going to leave that place alive, but she brought us over a couple of Negra Modelo beers. Which were quite tasty.
Oh, yeah....another amusing thing when we were there, this girl came back to use the payphone (near where we were sitting), the whole time she was on the phone, she was moving around, half dancing, just constant motion. As she hung up the phone, we could see a lovely set of 'tracks' up the inside of each arm...I guess we figured out why she couldn't stand still!
I was dining one night in a fairly nice restaurant in Tokyo with a group of guys from work. Nature called, after a few refreshments, so off I went to the john, after having it pointed out by one of the guys.
As I was standing at the urinal relieving myself, a stall door opened and out came a very attractive young lady. She went to the sink right beside my urinal, washed her hands, and out the door she went!
I thought, "what the hell?...those guys played a trick on me by directing me to the ladies room!" But wait, why would there be a urinal in the ladies room?
Back at the table, one of the guys explained that there were still a number of restaurants in Japan that have co-ed washrooms. No big deal - just part of the local culture that I continued to learn about over the next few years.
I then understood why nobody made a big fuss when the cleaning ladies would march into the washrooms at work and proceed to do their job, no matter who was doing what in there at the time.
As I was standing at the urinal relieving myself, a stall door opened and out came a very attractive young lady. She went to the sink right beside my urinal, washed her hands, and out the door she went!
I thought, "what the hell?...those guys played a trick on me by directing me to the ladies room!" But wait, why would there be a urinal in the ladies room?
Back at the table, one of the guys explained that there were still a number of restaurants in Japan that have co-ed washrooms. No big deal - just part of the local culture that I continued to learn about over the next few years.
I then understood why nobody made a big fuss when the cleaning ladies would march into the washrooms at work and proceed to do their job, no matter who was doing what in there at the time.
I only have one restaurant incident that really springs to mind.
As a new parent, and a young wife, I was fairly uncertain of myself still. My husband's new position as manager meant he needed to head to Calgary for a business trip, and he encouraged me to join him with our weeks old daughter. So, off I went, completely intimidated by the big city and totally overwhelmed at being a mom. He got back to the hotel after a day of meetings, and we decided to go out for supper. Rather than trek all over town, he suggested the hotel restaurant, and setting one foot in the door, I could have shriveled up and died. I was a schlubby dumpy post-partum housewife, and the restaurant was sparsely populated with older, well dressed, clearly professionally employed couples, all talking quietly over candlelit dinners in their nice clothes, as I trooped in wearing jeans and toting a baby.
The slightest noise from the baby had me worrying that she was bothering people, and so I would whisk her off to the lobby to rock and shush her. After the third time, a couple obviously caught on to my concern, and with a warm smile, said in a fairly loud, firm voice that carried through the whole restaurant... "You don't need to keep leaving, the baby won't bother us, even if it cries." I glanced around, and everyone had looked up from their plates and with warm smiles, and nodding heads, agreed with the couple. I was so touched. I settled back in my chair, basking in such kindness, when all of a sudden, through this room of smiling and wonderful people, a sound almost inhuman tore out of my precious little child. The wettest, loudest, nastiest fart/poop you will ever hear, reverberated across the restaurant. Everyone froze for a split second before setting down their forks, and laughing hysterically.
She seriously, could not have timed it better.
As a new parent, and a young wife, I was fairly uncertain of myself still. My husband's new position as manager meant he needed to head to Calgary for a business trip, and he encouraged me to join him with our weeks old daughter. So, off I went, completely intimidated by the big city and totally overwhelmed at being a mom. He got back to the hotel after a day of meetings, and we decided to go out for supper. Rather than trek all over town, he suggested the hotel restaurant, and setting one foot in the door, I could have shriveled up and died. I was a schlubby dumpy post-partum housewife, and the restaurant was sparsely populated with older, well dressed, clearly professionally employed couples, all talking quietly over candlelit dinners in their nice clothes, as I trooped in wearing jeans and toting a baby.
The slightest noise from the baby had me worrying that she was bothering people, and so I would whisk her off to the lobby to rock and shush her. After the third time, a couple obviously caught on to my concern, and with a warm smile, said in a fairly loud, firm voice that carried through the whole restaurant... "You don't need to keep leaving, the baby won't bother us, even if it cries." I glanced around, and everyone had looked up from their plates and with warm smiles, and nodding heads, agreed with the couple. I was so touched. I settled back in my chair, basking in such kindness, when all of a sudden, through this room of smiling and wonderful people, a sound almost inhuman tore out of my precious little child. The wettest, loudest, nastiest fart/poop you will ever hear, reverberated across the restaurant. Everyone froze for a split second before setting down their forks, and laughing hysterically.
She seriously, could not have timed it better.
Smart proprietors realize they already have you in the place of business "this time", it's next time they are concerned about like when you are hungry again in 4 or 5 hours or next week.
Yep, a lot of people fail to realize that this "politically incorrect" nomenclature is after all just words.