I used to love saving up my naughty calories to have their pizza or chicken parm. My last experience left me staring at an inedible debacle wrapped in foil. In a hurry, I ordered a chicken parm sandwich and green salad to go. Upon arriving home, I opened the foil to find a thoroughly burnt roll splattered with a tablespoon of sauce. Upon attempting to salvage a dinner out of it, I pulled the chicken out. I gave up on trying to eat that when I realized that my steak knife was insufficient to get through the horribly over-fried cutlet. I was heart-broken... and hungry. Well, at least I have the salad. That can't be burnt. Upon opening my last hope of eating, I found that my "fresh" salad consisted of the following:
1. The edges of the Romain lettuce that you usually throw away,
2. A shriveled olive,
3. A solitary chick pea.
Accidents happen, but there is no way that the assembler of all this "food" did not realize that s/he was wrapping up a charred abomination of a sub and the produce remnants that I'd throw in my compost heap. When I called to complain, it was suggested that I bring the food back. I suggested that that was not going to happen as I did not have the time since I now needed to cook dinner. The woman told me that she would give me a voucher for a new salad. I accepted. I will never pick it up, as they are clearly in more dire need of their chick peas than I am.
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