Worst lunch or dinner?

Meeting the in laws who were torn between wanting to and not wanting to meet me. Everything seemed to stick in my throat. Am always very "gentle" when my AC bring friends and always make easy to eat food in case they are nervous - they never seem to be.

We had apparently been invited to a housewarming at a colleague of my H's. We never received the invitation so they invited us for dinner
We were given a thimblesized glass of sherry, followed by a large bowl of clear consomme, I thought I would never get to the end of it, the bowl never seemed to empty at all.
Then we were served some sort of casserole in which the meat was unidentifiable.
I am quite a decent cook and my H was grimacing.
This was followed by a slide show of their travels in Egypt, we saw every tomb ever unearthed and a full commentary.
That was several hours I would never get back.
It was both awful but somehow embarrassing.

Lunch in the kitchen of an boyfriend.

The room was festooned with stained horses tail bandages that had been washed in the sink.
The cat had eaten some of the cheesecake desert that was still served up complete with hole.
The dogs were given the plates to lick clean before they were washed with a dish cloth that was a pair of her old knickers with the gusset cut out.

annsixty that made me laugh ?

Eglantine I think you win - eww.

Eglantine ......... that really made me laugh, especially the bit about the gusset!!
The cheesecake story made me recall when my mum and dad went to tea with new friends and a lump of cheese was served up complete with teeth marks where someone had taken a bite out!

Eglantine I don't think anyone can top that
I had a horrible meal in France where they served all three courses on the same plate. I was told it was a workman's lunch and saved time ?

Takes a lot to beat the lunch a work colleague organised. She picked the restaurant because her son worked there. They were short staffed so there was a long wait for the starter. Then we waited an hour for the main course. My friend ordered a mushroom omelette. When it arrived it was a microwaved omelette with raw,mushrooms stuffed inside it. I had a grilled cheese and prawn baguette. It had been microwaved instead of grilled so was now soggy. It should have been spread with garlic butter, but they had run out and apparently no one knew how to make it. Strangely enough we never went back.

Yes its still common practice in parts of rural France harrigran usually a clean plate for dessert though. Keeping the same cutlery for entree and plat is usual too. They are cleaned on the bread provided with the meal.

Neighbours invited DH and I for a Burn's supper with two other neighbours. We took a bottle of Scotch for the toast and I took an LP of traditional Scottish music.
These were whipped off us at the door ( music might wake the children).
We were ushered into the dining room where six small plates had already been served up with neeps and tatties.
Our host then returned from the kitchen holding a haggis about the size of a cricket ball aloft.
He then proceeded to recite the entire Address to the Haggis from memory, by the time he'd got through the whole 48 lines the meal was completely cold.
We ate it and hurriedly mumbled excuses about babysitters.
On our way out we were given back the Scotch and LP.
Our hosts said it had been so much fun we should do it again next year.
We moved house.

I thought the worst was dinner at the home of DH's senior partner. His wife was on a diet so we all were. The tiniest portions with no carbs or fats of any description.

But that was surpassed by the meal we had with DS1's future inlaws, who are Japanese. They took us to the 'very best restaurant' in their neighbourhood. The food was all beautifully presented in the Japanese way but the star of the meal was uncooked horse followed by whale!

Food wise? One of those Jamie's restaurants. So many reasons. Everybody ordered different things and there was nothing good about any of them.

People wise, I invited a new inlaw for Sunday lunch. They hadn't been to mine for food before so had no reason to believe that the food would be inedible. They arrived in our village early to avoid traffic. Fine! Come in early and chat to me while I cook? No they didn't do that they went for lunch in a local cafe, arrived at ours with such precise punctuality that I wonder if they waited outside with a stop watch. Came in (for Sunday lunch as per invitation, at lunch time) and claimed to have not realised there would be food. Refused to eat anything. Said even less. Left immediately after we had awkwardly finished our food.

Wrote the warmest most gushing letter about how wonderful the lunch was???

Return invitation was to theirs for "nibbles".
We were offered A biscuit OR a crisp. Not both. We had to chose which to have ONE of.

After we said our goodbyes we went to the car (parked out of sight of the house) and tucked into the baby's rusks like savages. Unknown to us the man of the house had come out to "supervise" our driving out of the lane (as a certain type of man tends to do). Caught us both with gobs full of rusk crumbs, which are REALLY hard to swallow quickly.

DH and I have laughed so much reading about these meals.

LOL these are so funny! I think the worst meal we had was at a friend's of my second son who was getting married - son was the best man.

We arrived to find the bride on her hands and knees still stitching her dress, the house was absolutely filthy and son asked if we'd brought a flannel as he hadn't been able to get washed since he'd arrived, the cat litter tray in the kitchen was so full of cat poo it was 'climbing' up the wall and the staircase was so covered in dust you couldn't see the pattern on the carpet but the Christmas tree pot was still standing on it full of earth (it was March). We were presented with a meal of spaghetti bolognese which was swimming with some sort of watery substance and pink pieces of Spam!! The wedding itself wasn't much better but the evening 'do' surpassed the previous one as we were given pie and peas served by a huge man wearing a dirty apron who was sweating profusely and wiping his head with his hands and then slapping the pies out onto the plate with the same hands! We hastily beat a retreat to the cottage we'd rented taking son and another couple with us and cooked a plate of bacon and eggs for everyone!

Good god Willow did you travel back to medieval times for that wedding? LOL.

We were invited to a party at a work colleagues house. Lots of nibbles and drink but not a lot of conversation as the music was rather loud. The hostess introduced us as 'The Newlyweds', which was true...thought it a bit odd though.
It was only when we noticed that people were pairing up and disappearing into various rooms that it dawned on us just what kind of party it was...?
We made our excuses and left. The nibbles were OK by the way.

Corbyns labour dont WANT to appeal to centrists. They hate centrists MORE than they hate the far right (makes sense now that they have more in common with extremists than liberal centrists) and they hate the middle classes more than they hate the super rich.

Its turn on your neighbour because they have 2 cars instead of your one mentality.

Oops wrong thread

Without a doubt it was in France, lovely restaurant, lovely setting I ordered something called Andouillette which I mistakenly thought was grilled fish. Wrong! It was a strange sausage, innards I believe, it smelt of wee absolutely foul, I ended up having a bit of everyone else's. I hasten to add it was the only awful meal I've ever been presented with in France, we used to go every year once upon a time, always loved the food other than on that occasion.

I went to a party a long time ago, we were served cold mashed potato wrapped with a piece of spam and speared with a cocktail stick....apparently an Australian favourite!

Many years ago, when we lived elsewhere, we went to some friends every other Saturday, in between they came to us. When it came to supper, she always served up beans on toast, but the toast was from an uncut loaf, sliced so thin you could see through it, and the beans were one spoonful per person and the rest of the tin put in the fridge. One Saturday, my SIL arrived as we were about to go across, so we asked if it was OK to bring her with us, and they said yes. So when it came to supper she did one more slice of toast (sorry, forgot to say it was just one slice each) and one more spoonful of beans. When we got home, my SIL said "I feel awful now for going with you, she really had to spread the food out more", she got a shock when I told her that extra had been done for her!

I went to tea with my boyfriend--now DH His Mum gave us fish fingers on crumpets. Even DH was lost for words.

We had recently moved into our new home and the neighbours invited us to supper.
I have lived in foreign parts so have experienced and enjoyed many different dishes. BUT I can’t eat fat.
We had belly of pork. Not even crispy belly, all flaccid and yucky.?
Remember James Herriot and the piccalilli?
I cut it into tiny pieces and just swallowed.
I’m feeling quite ill just remembering.
We are still friends.

In the days when there were not so many vegetarians, I had a pub meal described as "mushroom stroganoff" which consisted of overcooked plain rice and tasteless tinned sliced mushrooms in a sauce made from milk and cornflour which resembled wallpaper paste.

Thank goodness things have since improved and those of us who chose not to eat dead animals can usually get a decent meal.