Our colleague DaveO recently had a vexing experience with McDonald's. He wanted to try their new Spicy Thai Salad.
At Outlet 1, they had the salad but not the dressing that's supposed to go with it, so he settled for the Ranch dressing.
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At Outlet 2, they again didn't have the Spicy Thai dressing, so he accepted the Caesar dressing.
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At Outlet 3, they didn't have any Spicy Thai Salads, so he ordered a Caesar Salad. When he was presented with the Caesar, it came with Ranch dressing, because they'd run out of the Caesar.
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With that, Dave ended his quest for a properly dressed McDonald's Spicy Thai Salad.
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Being helpful at Red Fish Blue Fish
I was at Red Fish Blue Fish, the place on the Inner Harbour where you order your fish and chips from folks working inside a converted freight container and eat your meal in the great outdoors while floatplanes roar overhead and boats chug by.
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My meal, the $10 cod and chips with coleslaw and tartar sauce, was sitting on a table-seat. I had just taken some photos of it with my cellphone camera (because that's what you do when you're a food nerd).
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A woman approached and said something to me. I couldn't hear what she said because of the floatplane noise. I graciously said: Huh?
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She repeated, in a French accent: What are you eating?
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Fish and chips, I helpfully said. $10, over there.
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She nodded, briefly looked at the fish-and-chip freight container, and continued her stroll
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Something like this also happened to me at Rebar. I was also helpful in my reply there. It's good, I said, about the Monk's curry.
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These two incidents have given me the courage to approach other diners to ask them what they're eating. If I approach you, please be nice.
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Recent posts (still trying to figure out how to adjust font sizes):
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Some favourite places for a modestly-priced meal.
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Pork buns, tamales, joong and ferry food.
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Signs of food (yes, photos of food signs; I'll be posting more this week)
