Gunther Toody's! It's a diner sort of place all dressed up in 50's style decor including the servers dressed in old fashioned attire and wearing red lipstick while snapping their gum at you and name tags with names like Gidget or Flo. Mike and I LOVE to eat there. They have Chicken Fried Chicken which is like chicken fried steak but ... chicken! LOL No bones... and covered in white gravy. Comes with shredded hash browns - which you can add stuff to like more white gravy or cheese or whatever.
Mike and I spend our time going back and forth between two different locations. This way the staff doesn't think we are there as often as we are.
One morning though as we were leaving and in the parking lot ... there was a stench of cooking onions... it was so "thick" and strong a smell I almost vomited. Since Mike likes or loves to eat onions he thought the smell was good and that my reaction... HILARIOUS! I don't like Onions in general ... most of the time!
This morning Mike and I make our trek to the diner and we get there later than normal to find we have a limited menu to choose from. It seems they have a transitional period where they don't serve EVERYTHING on the breakfast menu and they serve regular daytime or evening food like burgers and malted milkshakes.
So we found that our chicken was still an option so we were glad. Oh oh oh and our waitress... she happened to be this younger lady who seemed to be kind of goth. She always has on like dark knee high socks with like skulls or Nightmare Before Christmas or whatever so it gave her "50's" style outfit a bit of a darker twist and come to find out she was cool and sweet and quick witted. She had a comeback for stuff - she told Mike he was gross because Mike likes to put white gravy on his pancake and that's not something you see every day. It was so funny.
Well then our food arrives and there are some sort of "peasant potatoes" or shopped cubed part of potatoes and those are not my favorite in general but THEN ... they were doused in some red chili powder of sorts and covered in fried up onions and green peppers.... at first I thought this, "Oh wow this was an odd mistake I don't like ...." then my stomach cut in and I couldn't think or speak clearly... I almost projectile puked at the waitress. I couldn't complete a thought or a movement... this is what went through my head (If I can capture it)
"Hmmmm those stank... I mean they wreak! I'm gonna vomit. Breath with your mouth! Don't lose it" Scrape it off the toast! Nope! Toast is ruined and soaked in it! DANG! When did I select white bread for my toast? She didn't ask!? I'm gonna be sick! Oh gawsh... this is THAT smell from that morning when I was leaving the Gunther Toody's before and almost got sick!" THERE ARE SOME ONIONS UNDER THE GRAVY ON MY CHICKEN!!!!!!!!!!! Scrape it off. then I said to Mike... "Hey can I use this small empty plate!?" he said I could I continued Mentally ... "Um, this is horrible I want to cry! It's too early for this! I just want breakfast and now I can't! I wanna wail on the ground and scream." I began scraping it off with the potatoes onto the small plate and the toast was tossed aside onto the table for lack of anywhere else to put it. Then I saw the whole plate is covered in sauce form this potato concoction. I stopped trying to get all the potatoes to fit onto the small saucer... odd thing is.. she got me the shredded hash browns I ordered also on a side plate? WTF!?
I had to get up and leave Mike alone at the table and go outside to calm down and not get sick!!! I went outside - relaxed some I smoke a cigarette and chilled out.
I went back inside - and as I sat down the smell of those stanky things got to me again. The server came over and was like "Um here is the other order of your shredded hash browns is everything ok?" I told her I didn't think I could eat anything and I asked maybe if she had a clean plate I could use. She was glad to be able to say yes and she ran to get me one.
I cut off the part of the chicken that was contaminated by the onions and such... and I moved the rest of the chicken to the new clean plate. I Also put the small portions of hash browns all onto the clean new plate with the remnants of my chicken... I was able to eat some of the chicken and some of the hash browns.... then I asked for a box for my left overs.
I felt like such a bitch! Poor Mike was so sweet asked if I was ok. He ate his food fine. Poor guy!
But the worst part... I JUST wanted to go and have breakfast and relax and I was in fact laughing and jovial minutes before she dropped off that food... I feel like such a dork and cry baby! And now... I"M HUNGRY!!!!!!!!!! lol Oh well.... next time I'll speak up and make her take them back nicely so I won't panic and suffer! HAHAH! But you KNOW if I asked her to take them back (even though I'm not sure why they were on the plate in the first place?) They's spit in it or something!? Ya know? Ew!
Did I tell you we went to the stock show? I'll have to show you pictures soon!
