Last Thanksgiving, my fiancée and I were on the way to Memphis when I posed this question to her: “What is the worse meal you ever paid for?”
The answer wasn’t straight forward, it rarely is with us, instead we had to define what I meant by worse and was I discussing atmosphere, food quality, price vs. quantity, etc. After ten minutes, we finally both came up with some minor, forgettable answers.
A few days later, we stopped in at Jerry Lawler’s Barbecue and on our way out Brandy turned to me and said, “I think I have a new answer for the worst meal I ever paid for.”
It was funny and the timing was great, but I wasn’t upset about the meal because I went there to say I’d eaten there and I could now check that off my bucket list. I figured it would be years before we encountered another bad meal like that, but I was wrong. It only took about six weeks.
A few weeks ago, we had some errands to run and I decided to surprise Brandy with a trip to Bottledogs, a local bar/restaurant that showed up on a couple “Best of” lists and had excellent reviews. I was attracted to their menu because they had all sorts of hipster food I knew she’d love and vegan hot dogs, which I really wanted to try. I’ve recently tried a vegan corndog and it was decent, so I had high hopes for an actual vegan dog from a place that specialized in hot dogs.
We made our way to a rundown shopping center at 12:30 PM on a Saturday and found the restaurant to be void of any customers except a small table outside. (Red Flag #1)
As we made our way in, we were directed to have a seat and we noticed the big text on the front of the menu that said to place all food orders at the bar. (Red Flag #2)
The menu was massive, spanning across several different food groups. (Red Flag #3)
And they didn’t have fountain soda at all. (Red Flag #4 and usually a deal breaker for me.)
I decided to trust the reviews, so we ordered some exciting sounding dishes:
- Chicken MoMos
- Pickle Chips
- A Vegan Hotdog covered in bbq sauce, pineapple, and cheese curds
The pickle chips came out first and were lackluster for Brandy, who loves pickles. I tried one and hated it, but then again, I hate pickles so no surprise there.
The Chicken MoMos (a type of steamed dumpling) were cooked well, but packed with some weird celery or celery salt and had a horrible taste to them.
The vegan hot dog was disgusting, along with the bbq sauce on top of it.
It was by far the worse meal we’ve ever paid for. Nothing was good and it was so bad we had to stop at the nearby Dairy Queen to actually eat lunch. HA!
It cost us $36 and that really sucks. We both are pretty good with our money and we don’t eat out a ton, so when we do, we try to maximize our money. This was the most expensive meal we’ve had in a while and it totally sucked! But instead of being peed off about it, we decided to laugh about it. I think that’s the only way to handle a situation like that.
We paid $36 for a funny story, a new memory, a place to call the worse restaurant ever, and fodder for our future jokes.
Life is hard enough, and getting peed off over something stupid like this just isn’t worth the time. I’m happy that we have the type of relationship that can turn something bad into something good the way we did the other day. And if you are ever in Cary, NC, stay away from Bottledogs! Don’t trust the reviews!!