[Divisible by Waffle]

You know what I'm talking about; when you go to a restaurant, and it feels like you'd be better off eating out of a used ashtray. Or when it seems like an OK experience until you get home and puke like you're bulimic.

My latest meal at a restaurant reflects the latter. I went out to Red Lobster with a pal of mine on Thursday because it was the only thing nearby and we were STARVING (and I didn't feel like cooking shit, or driving any further to get anything else). It was a pretty good meal; we didn't get the same thing, but by the next day, it was pretty clear that I had food poisoning. I got a call from my friend, and apparently, I wasn't the only one that got sick. I'm just now getting over it. Fucking hell.

So, speak of your hellish times here. This should be interesting.