Ick

IM exchange:

N:  How are you feeling?

Me:  Ick.  I should have walked away when we pulled up to the restaurant and it was a converted Burger King called Hibachi Grill, selling Chinese fast food, with not a single Asian person behind the counter.

N:  Yeah, I have to admit, that sounds pretty shady.

Me:  I know better than this.  But no...I was being nice.

N:  Aren't you the foodie?

Me:  Read:  being nice.

N:  To whom?

Me:  I'll go back to being a food snob, thank you.  Hubby and I had a lunch date and a friend of ours ended up coming along.  He wanted to eat there.  I should have have known...so many omens.  Maybe he doesn't have taste buds?

N:  Or has an iron stomach apparently.

Me:  I thought mine was cast iron as well.  Alas, poor hygiene behind the counter = acid that burns right through the cast iron.

That's it.  I am never again agreeing to eat somewhere just to be accommodating and not be "such a food snob" when the end result is FOOD POISONING.

Comments

[Stephanie]

Oh, no!!

You poor thing. Hope you've recovered.

That would explain why I haven't heard from you in a few days...

Get well soon.

[beastmomma]

That sounds awful. I hope that you are feeling better. You should make a list to send out to your "non-food snob" friends of signs that indicate food poisoning is around the corner. It could be a public service annoucement.

[jasmine]

Eek. I'm called a food snob at work all the time because I rarely eat from our cafeteria and usually bring in my own lunch.

People look at my plate and say "Oh, they must have run out because I didn't see that."

I respond "No, they wouldn't know how to make this because it doesn't come frozen or out of a can or bottle, nor would they know how to make this for less than $6pp."

j