Here is a hilarious review of a restaurant in Lecce, Italy, called Bros.
There is something to be said about a truly disastrous meal, a meal forever indelible in your memory because it’s so uniquely bad, it can only be deemed an achievement. The sort of meal where everyone involved was definitely trying to do something; it’s just not entirely clear what.
I’m not talking about a meal that’s poorly cooked, or a server who might be planning your murder—that sort of thing happens in the fat lump of the bell curve of bad. Instead, I’m talking about the long tail stuff – the sort of meals that make you feel as though the fabric of reality is unraveling. …
At some point, the only way to regard that sort of experience—without going mad—is as some sort of community improv theater. You sit in the audience, shouting suggestions like, “A restaurant!” and “Eating something that resembles food” and “The exchange of money for goods, and in this instance the goods are a goddamn meal!” All of these suggestion go completely ignored.
You should most definitely click through and read the whole thing.
Keeping in mind that this experience lasted 4.5 hours and cost hundreds of dollars per person, what is the point where you would have stood up and walked out without paying? I know when that moment would have come for me — I mean, if I hadn’t walked out long before, the moment that would unquestionably have been the last straw.
You may have fun reading this post with that in mind so you can pick that moment for you. I’m guessing we’ll all pick the same exact moment, and I’m curious to see if that’s true.