Congratulations to all winners!!

If one day you find yourself looking for a restaurant for a nice meal and spot a crooked sign that reads 'Bistrô Legal', turn in the opposite direction and run. Yes, run as if you were escaping a zombie apocalypse, because the experience awaiting you inside is enough to make you seek psychiatric help and question your sanity, the meaning of life, and the reason for existence.

The first impression upon entering the establishment is already a mix of shock and horror. The decor seemed to have been assembled by a thrift-store-obsessed collector, but one with very poor taste, you know? Plus, items salvaged from demolition sites. Crooked paintings of depressing landscapes, dead plants, and background music so out of place it seemed to have been chosen by an alien DJ with no sense of what is even remotely listenable. Right away, you already wonder why the place is named ‘Legal’ when there is nothing remotely ‘cool’ about it.

It was in that mindset of 'don’t judge a book by its cover' that I got myself into trouble, my friends! I decided to give it a chance...

The waiter, who looked more like an underpaid extra from a supernatural horror series, greeted us with a smile that bordered on psychotic. I swear, I was very frightened, but hunger won out. He led us to a table that was completely unstable, trembling more than an angry Pinscher. The chairs? They were a true tribute to the art of deconstructing comfort – made of wood so old that they creaked with a lament at every movement.

When I opened the menu, regret set in. Sticky and worn out, it looked like a scroll found in ancient ruins, and right there I could have read the signs that my journey into culinary hell was just beginning. My lack of judgment spoke louder, and I still placed an order.

The starter was more like a nightmare served in a deep dish. Mushrooms burnt on the outside and slimy on the inside, atop a bed of leaves so sad that they probably would have asked for a therapist if they could talk. But it was with the main course that the true tragedy arrived.

The steak, which in theory was supposed to be ‘in a sauce of the gods’, arrived at the table with a dark aura and a smell that could drive away demons. WHERE WERE THE GODS? The meat – if you could call that dubious rubber-like substance meat – had the consistency of a wet old shoe (not that I’ve ever tasted one) and a seasoning that felt like a mix of despair and something that should not be in contact with humans.

Not even dessert escaped condemnation. It was a shapeless, cold mass, crowned with an unidentifiable syrup that tasted like artificial sweetness mixed with regret. The texture was somewhere between rubber and gelatin, making each bite a challenge to swallow.

By the end of the meal, I sat in silence, processing what I had just endured. My friends looked equally traumatized, and we all shared a moment of mutual understanding: never again would we trust a place based on blind optimism. As we left, the waiter’s eerie smile followed us out, as if he knew we’d never return.

If you ever see 'Bistrô Legal', remember my tale and spare yourself the horror. Some experiences are best left untold – or, in this case, completely avoided.

Congratulations to all of us. ☺

Congratulations to the winners

The World’s Worst Restaurant Review

I had some dining experienced and it really fits in this week's theme challenge. I lived far from the City and here in the Province there are no restaurants can be seen here. That is why, I am very innocent about ordering some foods in the said place. One day, as My Aunt's invited me to go to the City, was passing by a restaurant and it was already lunch time. My Aunt told me to ordered some delicious foods and that was my first time to ordered. Well, I don't have any ideas on what to do.

As I went to the counter areas, I did not noticed that the menu are already hanged on the walls and I keep waiting for the personels to come out ask me what I want. I keep waiting for almost 20 Minutes but I was very curious that no one comes out and assisting me for my order. I went back to my Chair , and observing other what they will do when they ordered... ahhhh thats it. As I've seen the other people, they choosed the food they want by clicking it in the Monitor and as when it finished clicking they send it and the personels will only come as soon as the order is already cook bringing the foods they ordered. I felt very ashamed, maybe they make laugh at me watching me waiting for a few minutes. The cameras are starring at me.

That time, as I went back to the counter and do what others did, I was very happy that I did it. My Aunt was also arrived back bringing some things she brought and I told her about the situations as she left for a few minutes.

Waiting for the food we ordered was quite to long. I don't know what's the reason, maybe the personel was keep laughing while watching the footage of me while waiting at the counter. For me that was my worst and shameful situations I really had in the Restaurants.

I arrive at a restaurant and at the entrance I check if they have vegetarian options. The waiter assures me that they do. I go in and check the menu for dishes.

I find all kinds of options, but nothing vegetarian.

I ask the waiter where the vegetarian options are, and he points out the recipes with fish.

Fish! How did I not think of that before! Fish is not meat!

This is a true story that happened to me several years ago 🤮🤢

On the most exclusive avenue of the city, there was a Chinese restaurant located in front of a luxury shopping mall and it was a famous area where middle and upper class people went.

The restaurant had a beautiful architecture, which made it stand out from far away, something different from what we are used to in my culture and that made it more attractive. At that time I had a boyfriend who liked to indulge in certain luxuries and to impress me he took me to the best restaurants. I did not know this kind of places and their food so a good impression would remain forever in my memory.

The decoration, the waiters' attire, the service and the food were the things I enjoyed the most, everything dazzled me and I felt like a princess adorned.

The bread was special and I liked everything I ate, so we went back several times. This place was attended by well-dressed people with stately cars, every so often appeared in the press photos and reviews of personalities who went to eat.

Until one day a worker took photos that were published in the media, where important ingredients appeared in the preparation of their dishes, inside the bathroom of the workers, next to the toilet and the sink, 😱😫😩😖

The photos that do not lie, you could see how the dirty bathroom was the place where the olives and other ingredients were uncovered. How disgusting, when I saw that news that was a big scandal, I felt like vomiting for days I spent with an upset stomach. The employee was fired and the government ordered the restaurant to close immediately, it was closed for a few years, maybe two, but then it reopened as if nothing had happened.

Since that time I never went there again and since then I have had no idea about this type of food. It was my worst culinary experience.

I leave the link to IG and Google so you can see which is the restaurant I am talking about.

What would you think if upon entering a restaurant, whoever welcomes you tells you that the only table you can use is right next to the bathroom?
Going to a place where you don't need a reservation can be a terrible experience, as I relate below.
We arrived very hungry, and even though the place was packed, we decided that we would not continue looking for another place to eat. We were seated at the table near the men's room, and when they brought us the menu, we saw that a dead cockroach was right between the protective plastic and the sheet where the menu was written, at the end, without checking much, we ordered the house specialty, to avoid waiting and the disgust for that first impression.
However, the food was quite a long wait, so long that we ran out of the drink we ordered to wait. Finally the two dishes arrived; shrimp minestrone was the specialty, but the portions were really so few that they seemed to be the first meal of a 6 month old baby, a tiny plate on top of a much larger one, ended up in front of us.
We tried to put a good vibe on the whole thing, since we were already there, and if we were hungry, we would go somewhere else for dessert. But we didn't count on the detail of seeing how the rice in our dish started to walk! So I took out my glasses to get a closer look and found that they were larvae crawling on the small mountain of rice.
We put our plates aside and set out to eat the complimentary bread with garlic butter, since we would have to pay for the service. A too hard bread with a rancid butter scratched our palate, making us ask for another pitcher of juice to pass the taste, while we immediately asked for the bill and the novelty book to report the incident.
Until then no one had gone to the bathroom, but just when they brought us the bill but without the wireless posnet to pay, so the waiter went back to the cashier to look for it, and it was at that precise moment when someone went to the bathroom, and when the door opened, a fetid aroma flooded the entire room.
Apparently the plumbing had collapsed and all the sewage was backing up, and with it an odor that made the air unbreathable. We ended up writing a check, one of those that no one uses anymore, but that was much faster, to get out of such a nightmare.