Fun little lunch story.

A couple of coworkers and I went out for lunch today to a restaurant downtown that we hadn’t tried before - it shall remain nameless until you ask me what it was called.

Anyways, two of us ordered the fish and chips, and the other guy ordered spaghetti. We waited for our food, which seemed to be taking a long time to arrive, and it finally arrived. Anyways, the other guy who ordered the fish and chips looks at me and mentions that the fish doesn’t look like fish - it looks like chicken. I like to give the benefit of the doubt, so I broke open a piece - it was a little rubbery, so I thought it was probably fish. It had a faint fishy taste to it, likely because it had been deep fried in the same oil as fish, but it was definately chicken. The lack of tartar sauce and lemon should have been a tip-off :) Anyways, not a huge deal, even though the chicken sucked, and I was looking forward to fish.

So, then our waitress brings us our checks before we’re done. Again not a big deal. She mentions that she has to leave to go to a food safety class at 1:00 which is why she’s bringing us our checks early. Ok. I’m just hoping that the chef’s name wasn’t Sal Manella. Just tell us your shift is ending, or that you have to go to “a class” not that you’re going to a food safety class. This is one of those things that you hope your waitress has already mastered.

Anyways, we couldn’t stop laughing for the rest of the lunch hour, it just struck us as so funny.

Ok, so you had to be there.

Simpsons quote of the day: [Insert quote from episode with three eyed fish/episode where Homer eats blowfish here]