Have you ever been invited to someone's house for dinner, and found the food to be not to your liking?


How did you handle the situation? Were you able to eat all of the food?


For me, I've been lucky that every time I've been invited the food has been great or secondary to the purpose of the invite. The only times I had bad experiences were in my childhood when my family would go dine with my aunt all which seemed to happen like every month , and my aunt had diabetes and would invent these atrocious diabetic friendly meals, all of which made me want to puke.

She weighed 300 pounds or so, and would rather eat a carrot cake sweetened with sweet 'n' low, instead of walking around the lake her townhouse was located on (or any form of exercise for that matter).

It made for some very torturous meals.




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Cloudbuster said:

conceptually, this is my best thread ever.

I wasn't invited here, but I'm similarly repulsed.

The worst was homemade pizza and macaroni cheese with salad, just before last Christmas.

The pizzas were burnt to a crisp until the dough was like a giant cracker. The toppings looked like half a can of chopped tomatoes sprinkled with frozen mixed vegetables, sliced-up SPAM and a light dusting of parmesan. The macaroni cheese was more macaroni than cheese. I wasn't entirely unsure that it wasn't just warm mayonnaise instead of cheese sauce.

And to top it all off, we had to say grace.

Justin1972UK said:

and again


The last time I had to say Grace we where about to eat a lunch of grilled hotdogs and chips
I was thinking, "God doesn't want to be thanks for this mess. "



Who invited you to that dinner? Only family would inflict so much pain on you.

littlemissG said:

LMFAO, I was just about to post that.

Imago said:

It was a friend's family. Her father is a preacher in a Methodist Church. They are the most unwelcoming tight-wad family I know. Her father is rich too. You usually find that rich people are rich, precisely because they're so mean.

Their house is always freezing cold. They serve left-overs to guests. You have to ask for a cup of tea or coffee. I ended up making a cup of tea myself the last time I was there.

Justin1972UK said:

I remember once I was invited to eat with a coworker of mine. He was Chinese, and so was his wife (I worked in a Chinese restaurant).


When I got to his apartment, I saw that it was spartan. There was a TV. single couch, and absolutely no pictures on the walls.

We ate in the kitchen and they had newspaper scattered over the tables used as their "tablecloth"

The had silverware and dinnerware, but it was also apartan, and they used the bright overhead lights that were in the Apartment rather than their own lamp lighting.

The chairs around the kitchen table were flimsy ,and the table itself was one of those fold-out pick nick tables.



It totally stunned me that folks lived like that. I was so accustomed to my parents comfortably middle class style of living that it humbled me greatly that this family who worked so hard for the 'american dream', though not living in squaller, lived in conditions that made me blush.

And they had no shame about it. They were glad to invite me in, and serve me, and have me join them at their 'dinner table'.

And the food was most excellent. Delicious and filled me up. Of all the dinners I've been invited to, that was one of the most rememerable, and I greatly appreciated the experience of it all.

Imago said:

It was Thanksgiving 2002 and we all went over to my great aunt's house for dinner. She is an awful cook! NOTHING tasted good. She informed us that she had spent the entire week cooking and that she had frozen and reheated everything for the occasion. For starters, she fried chicken drumettes that tasted like they were deep fried in fish grease. She had crab salad made with immitation crab!

The turkey was dry. The veggies were cooked for what seemed like days. There was absolutely no life in them at all. For dessert, she made cake and sweet potato pie. I bet you are wondering what kinda cake it was, huh? Well after nearly 5 years, Im still trying to figure it out. It had no flavor. I couldnt tell by looking at it either. It was the most dissapointing Thanksgiving dinner ever! I ordered a pizza when I got home.

god dan

dreamfactory313 said:

omg this is too funny! im sorry 4 laffin'

Imago said:

this is a very common experience with Chinese people .... the food always makes up for the setting

One4All4Ever said:

There was once a Chinese restaurant in my hometown which was decorated with toys from Kinder Surprise Eggs. I shit you not. They covered every wall in glass cases and on shelves.

Justin1972UK said:

but
the food was good
was it not ?

dreamfactory313 said:

My other aunt (the non diebetic aunt) wasn't a great chef either.
I won't call her food repulsive, but we had to drive nearly an hour to her house when it came time to eat dinner.

So you could imagine how pointless it felt to drive that far to eat food that was rather .... meh.

She always cooked cheap ham (like the kind that had too much fat in it, and the meat felt grisly), canned fucking apple sauce,, overcooked veggies (whenever we had veggies), the cheapest supermarket dough warmed up, margerine , and powdered mashed potatoes with canned gravy. She was a comfortably middle class diva who ate like the homeless in soup kitchens.

The worse things about those dinners were the boring ass nostalgic conversations she would have with my dad, and how my sister and I weren't alowed to sit on any furniture or touch anything. Oh, and she had these weird plastic runners in the carpet that you were supposed to walk on to prevent you from wearing down the carpet. The entire house, except those parts covered in linoleum had these plastic 'runways' that you were supposed to walk down.

My best friend and I volunteer a couple times a year to help clean up the blight in the back yards of the super elderly (I'm talking 75 and up) set of the church I attend. It was one time a couple years back when we spent 4 hours just dumping old refrigerators and weeds and tires and other random mess from this sweet old ladies back yard and she was hooking us up with fresh lemonade and crackers and all so it was kind of nice. Before we were about to leave she told us that she made some stew for us and wanted to serve us dinner for all our work. I did not particularly want to do this, but both my friend and I were really hungry so we obliged. When we walked into the house it smelled strongly of moth bolls and those virgin mary candles that you get for a dollar at Food 4 less. Then she served us the stew not in bowls but rather in tupperware containers and gave us what had to be the stalest french bread I have ever eaten. On top of the meat in the stew was very coarse and rough and the broth bland. I asked her what kind of stew it was and she said it was potato, rabbit, cabbage, and carrot. The thing was I had to keep eating cause I felt like I would insult her if I didn't. When I went home I had the worst case of Thunder Butt ever!

karmatornado said:

You are a man with a kind heart.


Thunder butt

One4All4Ever said:

It was yummy.

Justin1972UK said:

stereotypes
you gotta love 'm

My upstairs neighbor cooked me the most amazing dinner this evening. I happened to meet his brother earlier in the day, and way later on he happened to mention that his brother is single. It was a good day.

In any case, this thread is lame.

CarrieMpls said:

They last time a guy cooked for me we had barbecue--barbecue is the only acceptable straight man food to be prepared for another man in Florida.

One of my dear sweet sisters makes a "posole" which for you non-mexicans, it is a pork soup. Sounds bloody awful, I know but if made right, it is delicious! Well, my sister is convinced hers is delicious!! It is so not, she calls us over for dinner everytime she makes it, and we are always fumbling for an out as to why we can't come over. We can not just come out and say it's aweful, and it's not like we go crazy with compliments after we "eat" it. We really don't we just move it around alot, and give it a few tastes.