What's the grossest thing you've ever found in your food?
So. The other night we went out to dinner with our associate pastor and his family. We went here. Let me just start off by saying that it was delicious and I certainly intend to return. Our family got a stuffed pizza with mushrooms on the entire thing, olives on half and pepperoni on the other half. When it came out I discovered what a stuffed pizza actually is. This pizza was a thin layer of crust on the bottom with a thin layer of crust on the top. The top crust had a thin layer of sauce. Inside the two crusts was the thickest layer of mozzarella, ever maybe, and all of our delicious toppings. I'm of the mindset that just about everything tastes better with cheese. Things that usually have cheese taste better with more cheese. This pizza was seriously good. We had a gift card so it cost us next to nothing which is even better.
Before the pizza came, I wanted a salad. When I got my salad I put a little of it on a separate plate for Garrett. He happily started eating and I chatted a bit before shoveling a bite of salad into my mouth.
Holly: Oh. You're eating a hair.
Me: (reaching up to grab said hair which I suddenly felt between my lips) I hope it's mine.
At that point I started to pull the hair out of my mouth, between pursed lips. I met resistance. That cannot be a good sign. "Nope. Not mine." I said as I pulled a tiny hairball, which was wrapped around another item, out of my mouth. There were collective moans and groans at the table and I felt myself starting to come down with a raging case of the willies. I spat the remaining bite of salad into a napkin--as politely as one can spit into a napkin while simultaneously trying not to gag. Holly and I examined the hairy clump. Initially we thought we saw a wing. Upon further inspection I was unsure whether it was actually a wing or a small piece of plastic. There also seemed to be something fuzzy involved. A bit of fabric? The fuzzy body belonging to the wing? I'll never know. In any case, the object was tightly wound with hair.
We flagged the waiter and I said, "I'm not really sure what this is, exactly, but I don't really think I want to eat it." He was pretty mortified and took the salad away--although the rest of it was probably fine. In a matter of moments my new and much improved salad arrived followed, later, by the delicious pizza. And, I have to say, the pizza more than made up for the hairy fuzzy winged plastic piece that I'd tried to eat.
Chris later regaled us with the story of the bug he found in a frozen burrito. So, what kinds of gross things have you found in your food?