/ck/ - Food & Cooking

>>13743776
First night we went, we just found it by accident. Cute little restaurant, hot evening, tables outside, etc. Ordered and got this and fucking loved it. Wine in a carafe, etc. Great meal. Very nice. Pricey but cool.

Couple of nights later, we were late heading out and my gf said she had wanted to go back anyway, so back, get table, same based waitress. Ordered something else - I can’t remember.

Anyway, the wine comes in this carafe again (my gf didn’t drink wine so I didn’t want to get a whole bottle). Pour it and as I start to sip it, I see some kind of gunk floating in the glass. Look more closely and it’s some kind of stringy mould. Look in the carafe thing and same deal floating all round the bottom. So, I think oh ok some shitty batch. Call the waitress over and show her. No fuss, I mean I wasn’t bothered. She apologises profusely, goes in and brings out another.

Anyway, a few minutes go by and this big, fat Frenchman comes storming out (I assume the owner), and starts rabbiting off at me, all red in the face. So I said, look mate, I don’t understand you, I don’t know what the problem is. Turns out (we managed to piece this together between ourselves as he ranted on) that he was accusing me of deliberately spiking his wine with mould for... I don’t know what reason. I never drank the first one at all, I didn’t complain, didn’t ask for free food nothing. It’s some shitty 30 euro half bottle of French plonk. I didn’t care. These things happen (I suppose). Just bring me another.

But nope, he just stood there blathering on making a total tit of himself so I thought ok, let’s go. Got up and then he yells “now you leave!” as if I had actually stood up to hug the fat cunt. Anyway, left and that was it. What amused me the most is I’m pretty sure that mould would’ve been in other bottles so I occasionally still like to wonder every now and again how many other customers he screeched at that night. Absolute cocknut.