My mother in law and I went out to lunch at a restaurant we’d been to in the past. I ordered chicken salad and she ordered a BLT. When it came, I started eating it and in the second half of the sandwich I bit down on something hard. I picked it out of my mouth and here was a bone in my sandwich. I flagged down the waitress.
Waitress: Can I help you?
Me: Yes, there was a chicken bone in my sandwich.
Waitress: Did you want another one?
At this point I didn’t because I felt a bit sick to my stomach and I’d eaten more than half of it.
Me: No, I just wanted to tell you guys.
The waitress told me she’d let them know. After my mother-in-law was done, we took the bill up to the register. I’d taken a picture of my plate.
Hostess: How was everything?
Me: Fine except I had a chicken bone in my chicken salad.
Hostess: Oh I’m sorry about that. Did the waitress offer you a replacement?
Me: Yes, but I had already eaten half of it.
Hostess: Well the chicken salad is made fresh. If it happens again just take another sandwich.
We weren’t given a discount, I guess because we didn’t raise a stink. We won’t be going back there again for a while, and I won’t be ordering their chicken salad when we do.
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I wouldn't really call this a dinner from hell. Accidents happen when making chicken salad fresh and two employees offered you a replacement (and you probably could have asked for something else if it really turned you off).
sick to your stomach??
omg you poor entitled thing
first world problems…soon we will have boneless chickens and your life will be all you desire