The other day, I bought a salad from a restaurant I’ve never been to before. I ate 2/3s of it, and openly proclaimed that it was outstanding. The taste gave me the urge to grin like an idiot, but I thought to myself “Leon, act like you been there before” and wisely kept my cool. Then, it happened: As I steadied my fork to take another stab at this leafy green slice of health-food heaven, I saw one lone hair resting atop a perfectly good piece of grilled chicken.
I was torn. I mean, on one hand, that’s pretty disgusting. I’d just eaten 2/3 of a hair-tainted salad. On the other, that hair-tainted salad was delicious. So delicious in fact, that I began making excuses for it. “You know, that hair kind of looks like one of mine. I don’t know how it got all the way near the bottom of the plastic container, but maybe the wind gently ripped out one of my follicles and let it float around a bit before placing it on the most tasty coordinates it could ever hope to land on…”
It was at this very moment that I realized I was insulting my own intelligence and just said “Whatever. It tasted good, so I’m gonna throw the rest away and focus on the good parts. My glass is half-full! My stomach is all-the-way full! I no longer care!”
Usually, I’m the type to swear off ever going to a place like that again, or make it a point to go back in there specifically to raise Hell over the situation. I can’t lie, I probably won’t go back, despite how tasty the food was, just because I’ll be thinking all kinds of messed up stuff like “what if it’s a booger next?” I did refrain from trying to get my money back though, since I ate damn near everything, and almost went back in after disposing of the piece of chicken with the hair on it. I had to talk myself out of it, like “Leon, if you take another bite, you’ll officially be nasty! There is no turning back from this…”
To all of you, I ask: What would you do if you found yourself eating a really delicious meal, then discovered a hair in it after you’ve already finished half the plate?
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i was with my sister at Chipotle and she found a fly in the sour cream…needless to say she had them remake her shit over.
I’ve respectively found a hair and a bug in my food. Different places. The hair I found at a food court so nothing I could do but swear off of food court Chinese food forever but it’s food court so you take your life in your hands every time you eat in one.I can’t recall why I didn’t go and complain to them about it but I didn’t. Now I would and loudly but then I’d tossed it and left.
The bug was at a silver diner restaurant in Greenbelt and I’d gotten the food to go. When I saw it–it was huge whatever it was–fried and in my food I called the restaurant to complain. They sent me a coupon for a free meal but I never redeemed it. I didn’t eat there again for a year and change and then when I did eat there I kept being paranoid and checking the food so I’ve written it off as someplace I can’t eat.
Eww why’d you have to bring this up? My tummy…
Bwhahahahaha You know I have to laugh first.
I’m glad you didnt eat the rest of the salad. You would have had someone elses DNA floating around in your stomach. lol and not making a big deal about it was ok because you never know if you are forced to go back there with a group of friends who have their hearts set on that place. But I do know if you ever go back you will comb through every inch of your food before consuming anything. lol
I have found myself in this situation a few times. I usually dont go back to places like that.
One time I went to this sushi spot here in Jersey and I found a staple in my salad. Like really was mr. honda the chef in the back stapling his homework while he was making my salad? I don’t go there anymore if I can help it.
Usually just the thought of finding a hair makes my stomach turn so in your position I’d probably have vomited it all up regardless of how good it was going down.
Yeah, i’m slightly germaphobic. And seriously – how did that hair get there if all food folks are supposed to be wearing a hairnet? i’d rather not think about what other body part that hair could have come from (i.e arm, pit, back, chest,etc).
The idea makes me extremely nauseous, let along to actually find one. I let them know at least that they are serving hair with the food.
Suspension of disbelif is key when eating out, no matter how many stars or 90% score. With that being said…..Skin sloughs, so chances are we eat others dead skin cells whenever or wherever we eat! You think bakers put on gloves to nead dough? Or the fat seuz chef sweating in the kitchen….Not suggesting you should eat grilled ceasar hair salad(gag). I’m saying, although your brain will always judge good salad place, it no reason to stop eating there. You may feel like you have standards for not returning. Truth is, you may feel better at the new place but 1) food may not be as good 2) there will be shit in your food that you can’t identify by sight. The only things unacceptable are a Filty Kitchen, following rules of perisable items, roachs, rats…washing hands after restroom. Just saying…