Desserts is Stressed Spelt Backwards!

So this weekend I arranged a get together with a few girls and what better activity to do than eat. We all needed a break from our lifestyles of work, studying and relaxing and decided to meet up. Unfortunately this was the worse meet up ever. Firstly we were all late by an hour. Thankfully the location was two minutes down the road from my house. But then we all had the worse dining experience!
It was two in the afternoon and none of us had anything to eat and so we travelled to Ilford to have food. We were so starving that the tummy noises started, yes the embarrassing ones that always happen to you when it is quiet. We finally made it to your destination and went to a well known dessert bar and that is when it went wrong.

We ordered our food and man it was deceiving. I ordered cake with side orders of ice cream. I ordered yoghurt looking ice-cream and it turned out to be bubblegum. I should have just had Hubba Bubba and it would have been better. I also ordered a creamy looking ice cream with chocolate flakes thinking it was vanilla and it turned out to be coconut. Seriously who decided these flavours?

My dessert came with a hair. Those who know me, know that I have hair phobia. The sight of it on anywhere other than heads, makes me want to physically vomit. I was nauseous when I told the waitress, who then just attempted to move the hair. One look at my face and she with a reassuring smile said, “I’ll just get you a new one”.

Man, I’m actually gutted, that was my favourite dessert bar and when the waitress attempted to move the hair rather then get me a new dish now means I am not going back there anytime soon.

So after we finished our desserts we travelled to Green Street to have our main course. Thankfully my food this time was fine, I stuck with something no chef could make wrong: a chicken burger. However my friend ordered a Chicken Tikka wrap. This particular friend literally picks her food. She ate one piece and it was fine. She then proceeded to the next piece and opened it up. The inside was uncooked, pale pink and had a thin layer of shine to it. Basically it was undercooked. The funny thing is we all looked at it and confirmed the chicken was undercooked and needed to be returned... We called the waiter, and the waiter replied “Madam, it’s not undercooked, it’s juicy... (Emphasising point here) It’s juuuiiiiccccccccccccccy”. Yes it was said twice; with the second time it being elongated.

Her face said it all and it was turning into chaos until we got the chef, who actually confirmed it was undercooked as well. Fortunately she got another dish, but unfortunately she was disgusted so she only had two bites and stopped. Shamefully we couldn’t stop laughing. Her scenario was worse than the ones the rest of us experienced. What made it worse was when we wanted to pay; the cashier explained (nicely) it will take five minutes to fix so we had to pay with cash. Yes readers, I know what you are thinking. Who carries cash these days! Jeez. That is another story so let’s leave it at that! But so much for the day of relaxing and being stress free, if anything it had made more be more stressed and have a phobia in eating in these specific places again.

Now readers there is a moral to my story, firstly do not be greedy and have dessert before the main and secondly do not set aside a day to eating, make sure you have other activities planned.

The day went horrible but we couldn’t stop laughing, it was one of these moments where everything goes wrong and all you have left to do is laugh.

DENIAL