Last Thursday, my husband treated us to dinner at TGI Friday’s. It was an early dinner so we got there around 6:30 pm. The place was full and we had to wait 15 minutes for a table. I was really hungry and practically drooling over the menu. I ordered a Philly Steak sandwich and lemonade and everyone else ordered what they wanted. When the appetizers arrived I had a bad vibe but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I just felt that the dishware wasn’t sparkling. My hunger though pushed the thought to the back of my mind until I got my sandwich. It’s a habit of mine (thank God) to open sandwiches and eat the filling with a fork. As I was picking the juicy bits of the steak cuts, a very black, straight longish crew cut hair got entangled in my fork. I thought how disgusting, I’ll just leave the sandwich and munch on the small cup of side-serving coleslaw with the minimal appetite I have left. With a fresh fork I plunged into the coleslaw only to find half of a very soiled French fry in the middle. Obviously this cup of coleslaw was served to me secondhand. My husband called to the waiter and complained. The waiter turned to me and I quote; he said: “Let me get you another sandwich and I assure you this time without hair.” That just made me even more nauseas. The manager was called and they removed the sandwich from our table’s bill.
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The whole deal about eating out is risque… I don’t know why, but after settling in the States for 3 years I feel my apetite for eating out in general has declined. Now I understand why father and mother would often tell us “we don’t understand how you eat this stuff” while they play along with us and treat us to an outing.
I guess handling a kitchen, which I’ve been doing a lot of since arriving here, just gives one of the horrifying understanding of the vast possibilities for mistakes and thigs that can go wrong. Expiration dates. Things sitting outside the fridge for too long. Overstaying their limit in the fridge. Being overly burnt (causing harmful release of blah’s). Things being not washed enough. Etc.
Besides that, of course, let’s not forget the unsatisfied or even angry chefs/cooks/restaurant staff. I’ve had a few friends here in the States who previously worked in retaurants, and they all stress that it happens more often than imagined that thigns get spit on or rubbed with unfavorable yuckies!
So just imagine the more reasons staff in Saudi restaurants would have to play about with a plate… 😦
Very efficiently written story. It will be helpful to anyone who usess it, as well as myself.
Keep doing what you are doing – looking forward to more posts.