Posts Tagged ‘restaurant’
Who would have ever thought a bacon restaurant would stink of bacon? Well, for one, the neighbours who complained about it.
The owners apparently had months to address the “porcine aroma” and “grease disposal” issues, but alas, didn’t manage to do so.
“It’s frustrating,” said owner Jim Angelus. “Two weeks ago, the health department showed up saying we had no permits. So we had a hearing and one person showed up saying they were opposed.”
“They told us we had long enough to resolve these issues – and as a result, we have to cease operations May 17.”
Piggin’ awful, etc.
Some dumbass waiter from Americaland has been suspended from his job after referring to three female customers as “fat girls” on their bill.
Christine Duran, Christina Huerta and Isabel Robles (of no fixed weight) were dining at the Chilly D’s in California when they got more than they bargained for.
“I got the bill, I was looking at the bill… I was like, ‘Why does this receipt say fat girls?’” Duran told ABC News.
Well, it seems that their waiter had popped ‘fat girls’ into the restaurant’s system so he could remember which table they were. Duran asked the manager for an explanation, but he “had a smirk on his face, like it was funny but trying not to laugh”.
Jimmy Siemers, co-owner of Chilly D’s, said: “I just want to tell them we’re sincerely sorry and we’ll do everything in our power to make sure this never happens to anyone again.”
Over on Twitter, a list has been shared out which is apparently the words that the staff are encouraged to use at Jamie Oliver’s restaurants. Of course, your blood-pressure will rocket as you read things like “pimp”, “slamming” and “proper rustic.”
Sadly, “overpriced”, “galling” and “shite” haven’t been included, which is strange.
If you think that Heston Blumenthal’s experiments with electric ice cream and chips made from the caramalised-the-deep-fried souls of angels are the last word in imaginative cuisine then think again. But don’t think too hard about the following…
Mao Sugiyama, born a man but living as a self-described ‘asexual’ is a chef in Japan. He/she/it recently decided that as his/her/its penis and testicles were pretty much redundant, it might be a good idea to have them hacked off and serve them up for high-paying diners. Cannibalism? Possibly, but it seems that Japan has no laws against such a thing.
In the end, only five people stepped up to the plate that was containing Mao’s reproductive organs, each of them paying $250 to chew on them. The reviews weren’t great either – apparently the penis was rubbery; the scrotum was leathery and the testicles were hard on the outside and “glutinous” in the middle.
Your move Heston – we’re happy to sharpen the knife.
This one’s currently doing the rounds in the virals – a lightly horrifying promo ad for The Place, a New York restaurant. Getting the proprietor of a business to appear in the ads is rarely a good move and that’s proved here again, although it’s the ‘customers’ that are the most troubling aspects.
Are they real people? Are they acting? How fussy an eater is the woman? What else did they get up to when they were in Argentina? How easy/hard was it for the ad’s director to evoke the woozy feeling that one would experience while on powerful barbituates?
Tasting menus are the stuff of legend. Course upon course piled up on your table, and a bill at the end of the night that’s just as meaty. A new concept restaurant in the US has taken the tasting menu to the extreme, and will serve you nothing other than a 16 or 24 course tasting menu – but only if you sign a two-page contract beforehand.
What do you have to agree to before tucking into your grub at Rogue 24 in Washington DC? Well, you have to leave your mobile at home – phones are barred. Cameras aren’t allowed either, so that diners are “able to enjoy the experiences that surround them at Rogue24 free of distraction”.
What else? If reservations are cancelled after 3 pm on the day, then you’ll be charged a 100% cancellation fee. If you turn up later than 30 minutes for your booking, your reservation will be cancelled – and then you’ll be charged a 100% cancellation fee, too.
It’s the kind of shock bullshit that suits and show-offs will be milking themselves over – expect the restaurant to be rammed to the rim every night with pretentious la la’s fawning over a green drizzle of flecky snot on a plate.
There’s only a handful of types of meat that we at Bitterwallet wouldn’t sample if it placed in front of us. We’d probably do a human because there’s already far too many of them around, but endangered beasts would be a no-no.
Like whale meat for example. But a top California restaurant has just been caught out serving up whale meat at £57 a plateful. The Hump (now there was a BIG clue) in Santa Monica was secretly infiltrated and filmed by investigative documentary makers and the restaurant’s owners now face the full wrath of the law.
They were found to be selling a meal called ”omakase,” a Japanese term for chef’s choice, which the moviemakers had analysed and discovered to be from a poor endangered whale. The owners of The Hump have shut the place down, probably as much to do with the response they could expect from animal activists and call the closure a “self-imposed punishment.”
In order to gain the confidence of the restaurant staff and get the job done right, one of the filmmaking activists, a vegan, ate blowfish and other seafood. So who’s the one who should be REALLY ashamed about all of this? Eh?
Have you ever visited a restaurant where you’ve found yourself dubious about the identity of the animal you were eating? Why not name and shame the establishment below? But bear in mind that it’ll be YOUR arse they’ll come after if you libel them…
Restaurants would do well to follow this example and express what we, the customer, are already thinking – instead of looking down their nose at us as if we violated their mother when we ask for an extra basket of bread:
From TMZ, here’s the receipt following a Roman feast at Nello’s restaurant on Madison Avenue, New York City – a mouth-watering $47,221.09. Abramovich allegedly chucked in an extra $5,000 tip on top as well, and with ten diners present, that comes to a delicious $5,222 per head.
Mmmm… truffles, mmmm… filet mignon, mmmm… posh wine, mmmm…hang on, $15 for a tiramisu? $28 for a couple of ‘parmesan chunks?’ Sounds like the opulent Russian billionaire has had the piss taken out of him.