Accident & Mishap Stories

I was once dining out at an Italian restaurant which I had been to many times before. I was just eating my garlic bread when I heard what sounded like water dripping. I ignored it and carried on eating when I saw water dripping from a crack in the ceiling. Okay no big deal, I’m sure every restaurant sprouts the occasional leak. But this little leak quickly turned into a waterfall. The dripping escalated into water pouring from the ceiling. The pressure continues to build until it rivals that of a bathroom shower. All the while I’m sitting there meters away with a rapidly growing pool of water filling the dining room.

I didn’t know what to do; I was the only customer as it was the quiet time of the day and the server was up in the kitchen so I was alone. Fearing what could happen if the leak hit an electrical cable or the roof came falling in, I quickly fled up the stairs with the pool of water spreading further into the restaurant. I poked my head into the kitchen where all the staff were working as if nothing was wrong. The server who took my order suddenly notices me and asked if something is wrong. “You do realise your restaurant is flooding don’t you?” I ask him. I explain the situation to the horrified staff who run downstairs.

The leak had thankfully stopped but the floor was soaked with a fair few inches of water. My heart went out to the waiting staff who began mopping up the great mess. Apparently the leak was due to the chefs doing some tinkering with the pipes. A lesson to all restaurant personnel – always leave plumbing work within the capable hands of trained and qualified professionals if you do not want your dining room turned into the set of Titanic!

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I once worked for, what is now, a large hotel chain that had a string of restaurants in the Washington DC/Baltimore area. I started as a “Manager-in-Training.” This required that I learn all of the stations in the restaurant, everything from cashier to dishwasher.

This story begins on a busy Sunday morning; the after church crowd was flooding our restaurant. There was a line out the door, and the dining room and the kitchen were swamped. I was filling in wherever I noticed a slow down or hang up. Meals were starting to back up on the counter. One of the servers, a young girl who had been with us for about a week, looked like she was going to cry. I said, “What can I do to help?” She directed me to a table of six who were sitting patiently without food. I grabbed a coffee pot and started serving refills.

As I walked back into the kitchen, the waitress asked if I would help serve the platters that were sitting under the heat lamps. Now, I will be the first to admit that I have always been rather clumsy. Manipulating 4 or 5 plates on a tray would be no easy task for me, but I said “Sure.” I grabbed a tray and loaded on the French toast, a platter of hot cakes, and several platters of eggs. When I got to the table, I of course didn’t know who got what. The customers were very friendly and directed me. That’s when disaster hit.

As I leaned over to serve the French toast, I tipped the tray ever so slightly to the right, and two beautiful “over easy” eggs slid from their plate, right down the back of a lovely lady who was reaching over to get her coffee cup. Both eggs went down her back; she let out a rather loud “Ohhh.” I was mortified and said I’m so sorry, but she couldn’t get the eggs; by now they were all the way down to the small of her back. She got up, looked horror-stricken, and rushed to the restroom. I took the rest of the food that was still on the tray back to the kitchen.

Of course we comped the table and paid the cleaning bill. The table still left a nice tip. However, that waitress never asked me to help her again. At that point I decided to stay out of the dining room, except for asking people “Is everything OK?”

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It was a Saturday afternoon at the restaurant where I work. It was usually busy on Saturdays and today was no exception. It was also the middle of summer and on this particular Saturday we were very busy, not slammed, but still pretty hectic. It was quite hot in both the restaurant and the kitchen but little did we realise that we were about to get heated up a little more.

My workmates and I were happily working away in the kitchen when all of a sudden the emergency fire evacuation siren went off. We were all sure this was another test, but our manager came up to us with a serious face and said that we needed to get outside NOW! From the tone of his voice we could tell that this was not a drill.

In the restaurant all the customers were sitting there looking confused and irritated. Following protocol we shepherded them all outside to the fire evacuation point. As we headed for the exit we passed a running department manager from the supermarket above us. He was yelling on his mobile phone that the smoke was coming from the top floor. While we waited outside for the all-clear, some of our ever so loyal customers decided to take the opportunity to run off without paying the bill.

After a while our manager informed us that the smoke had not been from a fire. It tuned out that the security guard who comes once every few days to collect our profits had dropped his secured case which set off its antitheft system and released the stunning smoke. Luckily no one was hurt and it gave us something to laugh about.

- Peace Lover

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I once had an unusual and quite frankly painful experience while dropping by one of my favourite restaurants while on my lunch break from work. After grabbing a bottle of soda from the fridge, I took it to the counter to order my food. I was just about to order when two women appeared, one of them pushing a wheelchair with an elderly lady in it. The lady pushing seemed to be having difficulty controlling the chair. I was just grabbing my necessary culinary when one of the women suddenly shrieked “WATCH OUT!!!” I turned around just as the wheelchair with the elderly lady still in it smashed into me. The woman had lost control and sent it flying across the room right at me. The wheels ran over my feet and the woman’s foot rests slammed into my legs.

I screamed from the pain, something you would not expect a teenage boy to do. I was pretty shaken up by the whole ordeal. The two women ran over and one started shrieking to the other “NOW LOOK WHAT YOU’VE DONE, YOU’VE GONE AND RUN HIM OVER!” The other lady apologised and asked if I was alright. I said yes and they took the elderly lady out of the chair and up the stairs and disappeared. Luckily I wasn’t hurt, although a little ticked off.

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Flying Food

February 5, 2010 Accident & Mishap Stories

When I was at college my friends and I decided to treat ourselves to a meal out at a well known fast food chicken restaurant. My friend’s meals were prepared before mine, so they told me they will be waiting upstairs for me. When my meal arrived I found my friends upstairs, but as I [...]

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Almost Brained By A Crashing Chandelier

October 16, 2007 Accident & Mishap Stories

This is a combo: dinner AND holiday from hell story. When I was 11 years old we went to a restaurant for Thanksgiving dinner. This was in New Jersey and we went to a famous inn with roots back to the revolutionary war. My parents, grandmother, and three siblings were seated in the “ballroom” at [...]

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Malodorous Mussels In Maine

January 16, 2007 Accident & Mishap Stories

My wife, Karen, and I were vacationing in Camden, Maine where we ate at a nearby seafood restaurant. The place was packed, but we were able to get a table. Karen ordered a big bowl of mussels steamed with butter and wine. When the waitress delivered the mussels to our table, we could smell a [...]

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Juggling Chef

January 16, 2007 Accident & Mishap Stories

My wife, mother-in-law, and father-in-law ate at one of those Japanese restaurants where the chef prepares food on a grill in front of you. The chef was showing off his juggling skills in front of us and others who were sitting at the table. He’d toss large wooden salt and pepper shakers into the air, [...]

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