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On my way out the door I advised everyone "YOU ALL LIVE IN FILTH."

 

 

 

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This thread isn't funny at all.

 

 

Not only that, I bet he gets he gets his food pissed in.

 

I can't comprehend how people make a big deal out of this? Reapeatedly saying I dont want cheese. Yeah im pretty sure you have eaten a few pubs in your life. Thats what you get for being a douche about it (from the tone you wrote this it seems like this is a problem

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:wall:

 

 

It's a tip, when you order food that comes with cheese and you repeatedly say you dont want cheese, if they think you are being an ass about it, they probably do something to your food. Spit, pubs, whatever

 

It shouldnt be like this but this is what happens in restaurants

 

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It's a tip, when you order food that comes with cheese and you repeatedly say you dont want cheese, if they think you are being an ass about it, they probably do something to your food. Spit, pubs, whatever

 

It shouldnt be like this but this is what happens in restaurants

 

:)

 

 

Wanna buy a vowel??

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I miss the old Recidicist. :thumbsup:

 

"Recidicist"? Who the fock is he?

 

Sorry. If I relapse, there is bound to be a good story involved which I pledge to share.

 

Coincidentally, Numero Dos is across the street from my favored AA meeting location :thumbsup:

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I can't be friends with someone that doesn't eat cheese

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Love it. I too am a cheese hater and cannot stand when they put it on my food. I have had a few comical and weird run ins with cheese on my food. I too have had to get extremely vocal about them. Fixing. T order

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Outside of an allergy - who da fuq doesn't eat cheese? :huh:

For those of us who dislike cheese, it's an extremely foul food. The texture, smell, and taste all make it about the worst food ever created. I can eat pizza, not much else with cheese. I also had a pre school teacher who ruined cheese for me when I was very young, because I used to love it. She would force me to eat these shitty slices of American cheese while gagging. She would say, You didn't throw up yet, keep eating it. Even though it was just a slice of cheese from a sandwich. I ate the bread and the soup. Kids didn't have to eat peas if they didn't want to, but this cvvnt bltch ass clown jerk off had to make sure I choked down this one slice of shitty cheese each week

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For those of us who dislike cheese, it's an extremely foul food. The texture, smell, and taste all make it about the worst food ever created. I can eat pizza, not much else with cheese. I also had a pre school teacher who ruined cheese for me when I was very young, because I used to love it. She would force me to eat these shitty slices of American cheese while gagging. She would say, You didn't throw up yet, keep eating it. Even though it was just a slice of cheese from a sandwich. I ate the bread and the soup. Kids didn't have to eat peas if they didn't want to, but this ###### cvvnt bltch ass clown jerk off had to make sure I choked down this one slice of shitty cheese each week

Yikes..... I can sort of understand I guess.

 

Me and my sis had a lady that watched us after school when we were little. She force fed us egg sandwiches everyday - the mere sight of one makes me want to hurl now.

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Everything is better with cheese.

 

Except Posssy. That's gross

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Yikes..... I can sort of understand I guess.

 

Me and my sis had a lady that watched us after school when we were little. She force fed us egg sandwiches everyday - the mere sight of one makes me want to hurl now.

Yeah same shlt. She ruined egg sandwiches, which I think are delicious. Can you eat eggs at all? I hate cvvnts like that.

 

I actually had a woman who would watch me when my mom went to work. The lady was a raging man hating cvvnt. I got up at like 630 as a kid. She would make me lay on the floor with my eyes closed until noon. Basically an enternity. Then she would tell me how bad little boys were, give my sister treats and ice cream while I was forced to lay on the floor. Tell me to never look at her when she eats, then turn around and talk to my sister

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American cheese is sort of gross.

Prossesed cheese is gross

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American cheese is sort of gross.

Idk how anyone can peel off the plastic and eat those processed cheese squares. Nothing makes me cringe more food wise

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Yeah same shlt. She ruined egg sandwiches, which I think are delicious. Can you eat eggs at all? I hate cvvnts like that.

Luckily yes, long as they aren't near bread. lol

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Idk how anyone can peel off the plastic and eat those processed cheese squares. Nothing makes me cringe more food wise

I can put it on a sandwich or make a grilled cheese with it but the color / texture etc is nasty. At the deli counter sliced American is good, the individually wrapped pieces - yuck.

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I actually had a woman who would watch me when my mom went to work. The lady was a raging man hating cvvnt. I got up at like 630 as a kid. She would make me lay on the floor with my eyes closed until noon. Basically an enternity. Then she would tell me how bad little boys were, give my sister treats and ice cream while I was forced to lay on the floor. Tell me to never look at her when she eats, then turn around and talk to my sister

Jesus Christ

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Everything is better with cheese.

 

Except Posssy. That's gross

 

Hmm. I wouldnt rule out a nice spread of Brie with some poosay. Ive never tried it, could be good.

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Idk how anyone can peel off the plastic and eat those processed cheese squares. Nothing makes me cringe more food wise

In China, it's either that or no cheese at all.

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In China, it's either that or no cheese at all.

Really?

 

Do you have an ole grocery store? They have a fancy cheese section (Bries and Camembert and such, as well as shredded cheddars and mozzarella and such. Its more expensive than home, but its there.

 

Or metro. Thats another foreign store. Carefour may have some too.

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Yeah same shlt. She ruined egg sandwiches, which I think are delicious. Can you eat eggs at all? I hate cvvnts like that.

 

I actually had a woman who would watch me when my mom went to work. The lady was a raging man hating cvvnt. I got up at like 630 as a kid. She would make me lay on the floor with my eyes closed until noon. Basically an enternity. Then she would tell me how bad little boys were, give my sister treats and ice cream while I was forced to lay on the floor. Tell me to never look at her when she eats, then turn around and talk to my sister

No wonder youre so focked up today. Jesus Christ she was creating a serial killer

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No, it was not a Taco Bell. There is a small chain (three) of Mexican restaurants down here. Their food is pretty good and they enjoy a loyal clientele. They all share the same name, followed by Uno, Dos, etc. They used to be under one ownership and as such were fairly uniform and consistent. However, they are now each independently owned and Number Dos has slipped in quality.

 

Late yesterday afternoon I went over to a friend's house to drink, drug and kick his a$s in Madden. When his wife returned home, she announced she wanted take out from Numero Dos (the closest of the three establishments). I had previously cautioned them of their decline, but they were undeterred. WTF I figured, I hadn't eaten all day so I decided to get something as well. Not only would I call in the order, heck, I'll go pick it up and pay for it too. What can I say . . . I was raised right.

 

At this juncture, it is paramount to understand that Recidivist does not and will not eat cheese. I do not know how more clearly and explicitly I can make this point. My cheese-induced psychotic episodes are legendary. When placing an order, I go to great lengths to stress how important it is that my food is completely and totally cheeseless. I've been known to request to speak to someone else when placing an order if I have the slightest reservation about the initial call-taker's comprehension of the English language (yes, I could improve my fluency in Spanish, but this is America goddammnit).

 

I placed the order and was satisfied that my request for a "steak fajita burrito without cheese" would be fulfilled. I went to the restaurant at the prescribed time and was advised it would be a "few more minutes . . . perhaps you'd like to have a drink in the bar?". Great idea, as I had left my beer in the car and was indeed thirsty. I went to the bar and orderd a shot of Patron silver. I immediately realized shooting tequila is an ineffective time-killing activity. I promptly ordered another shot and downed it.

 

After 10 minutes my food arrived. Before leaving, I needed to check my order to make sure it was cheeseless. As I opened the lid, I smelled it before I saw it. Focking drenched in cheese. It looked like that Primus album cover. I told myself to cool out, they would fix it.

 

I politely informed them of their error. At first they wanted to suggest one hadn't been made. Stay cool I kept telling myself. Sure enough, the order had been taken correctly, but the beaner in the back neglected to take note of the "NO CHEESE" written next to it. It'll take 5 minutes to fix I was told.

 

Alright, back to the bar. This time, I just went ahead and ordered a double Patron silver. Ten minutes later, my food is back and looks to be correct - no cheese on the exterior of the burro. Cool.

 

Back at my friend's house he and his wife were aware of the hold-up and eagerly awaiting the arrival of their meal. We sit down to eat. I cut open my burrito and to my absolute horror I discover that they used the same cheese laden steak pieces. The outside was clean, but the innards were totally contaminated. These fockers do not understand "No Cheese". At this point, I'm still cooled out. I resolve to not be upset, I'll just call them up, advise them of their error, and request they deduct the $13.95 for my steak fajita burrito from the credit card charge. That's fair.

 

I called, advised them of the situation and my request. I was asked to hold on a moment. A woman (who turns out is the owner) gets on and asks what the problem is. I coolly and politely recount the events that have thus transpired and my seemingly wholly reasonable request for a refund. Her response? "That's not possible, as we do not put cheese on the inside." I told her that in this instance, it appears the kitchen violated their recipe as there is a distinct and appreciable quantity of cheese on the inside of this particular burrito.

 

After repeated denials on her part and protestations to the contrary on mine, she tells me that if I want a refund of any kind, I would have to come in so she could see this cheese covered meat I was complaining about. Flabbergasted, I advised the dear woman that the last thing she wanted was for me to return to her establishment. No return, no refund she maintained. At approximately this point I uttered my first F-bomb (in gerund form, modifying "nuts") and the line went dead.

 

My buddy, being the great friend he is, insists that I have no choice but to press on for the refund. In fact, he wants to come and watch (which he did from a safe distance while not letting on he was in anyway remotely associated with moi).

 

Upon my entrance to the restaurant, I shout out "WHERE'S THE MANAGER? I'M HERE TO SHOW HER MY MEAT!" The place was about 3/4 full at the time and I had commanded everyone's attention as I was speaking as loudly and lasciviously as possible. The hostess was just staring at me, mouth agape, so I implored her to "GO GET HER! SHE ASKED TO SEE MY MEAT AND I AM HERE TO SHOW IT TO HER!"

 

As she retreated to the back, I was glaring back at any customer or employee who had the temerity to attempt eye contact with me. Soon this fat POS (turns out was the owner's son) comes waddling out from the back. He got about 20' from me when I shouted "WHAT, YOU WANT TO SEE MEAT TOO?" He stopped in his tracks and returned from whence he came.

 

Soon, the woman I spoke to on the phone came out followed by her husband. They looked none too happy. I announced that I "BROUGHT MY MEAT FOR YOU TO LOOK AT". I was shocked that she actually intended to check it out before granting a refund. I obliged her by picking out several pieces. I would hold a piece up for her inspection, shout "LOOKS LIKE CHEESE TO ME!" and discard each piece onto the floor. After the fourth piece she told me she would need my credit card to process the refund. I told her that was "ABSOLUTEFUCKINGBULLSHIT" as she already had all my info at her disposal.

 

Her husband left briefly and returned with the refund slip and meekly stated that I was no longer welcome at Numero Dos. "THAT'S FOCKING PRESUMPTUOUS. YOU SHOULD REMAME THIS PLACE EL BANO".

 

On my way out the door I advised everyone "YOU ALL LIVE IN FILTH."

 

On the ride home my friend expressed regret in that he would have probably eaten my burrito dinner.

 

Best part of the story :lol:

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Best part of the story :lol:

 

:first:

 

 

I went to messican last night because of this thread

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:first:

 

 

I went to messican last night because of this thread

Ive been craving Mexican ever since

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Any of you into Pan dulce? (Mexican sweet bread) ...............It's abundant down here (obviously) - damn good stuff, and cheap too.

 

https://s3-media4.fl.yelpcdn.com/bphoto/dJeJ184P3Hro1hPtJ-suUA/o.jpg

I think I had that last week here in the Philippines. Its amazing how similar the two countries are considering theyre half a world apart.

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On 12/7/2006 at 2:14 PM, Recidivist said:

No, it was not a Taco Bell. There is a small chain (three) of Mexican restaurants down here. Their food is pretty good and they enjoy a loyal clientele. They all share the same name, followed by Uno, Dos, etc. They used to be under one ownership and as such were fairly uniform and consistent. However, they are now each independently owned and Number Dos has slipped in quality.

 

Late yesterday afternoon I went over to a friend's house to drink, drug and kick his a$s in Madden. When his wife returned home, she announced she wanted take out from Numero Dos (the closest of the three establishments). I had previously cautioned them of their decline, but they were undeterred. WTF I figured, I hadn't eaten all day so I decided to get something as well. Not only would I call in the order, heck, I'll go pick it up and pay for it too. What can I say . . . I was raised right.

 

At this juncture, it is paramount to understand that Recidivist does not and will not eat cheese. I do not know how more clearly and explicitly I can make this point. My cheese-induced psychotic episodes are legendary. When placing an order, I go to great lengths to stress how important it is that my food is completely and totally cheeseless. I've been known to request to speak to someone else when placing an order if I have the slightest reservation about the initial call-taker's comprehension of the English language (yes, I could improve my fluency in Spanish, but this is America goddammnit).

 

I placed the order and was satisfied that my request for a "steak fajita burrito without cheese" would be fulfilled. I went to the restaurant at the prescribed time and was advised it would be a "few more minutes . . . perhaps you'd like to have a drink in the bar?". Great idea, as I had left my beer in the car and was indeed thirsty. I went to the bar and orderd a shot of Patron silver. I immediately realized shooting tequila is an ineffective time-killing activity. I promptly ordered another shot and downed it.

 

After 10 minutes my food arrived. Before leaving, I needed to check my order to make sure it was cheeseless. As I opened the lid, I smelled it before I saw it. Focking drenched in cheese. It looked like that Primus album cover. I told myself to cool out, they would fix it.

 

I politely informed them of their error. At first they wanted to suggest one hadn't been made. Stay cool I kept telling myself. Sure enough, the order had been taken correctly, but the beaner in the back neglected to take note of the "NO CHEESE" written next to it. It'll take 5 minutes to fix I was told.

 

Alright, back to the bar. This time, I just went ahead and ordered a double Patron silver. Ten minutes later, my food is back and looks to be correct - no cheese on the exterior of the burro. Cool.

 

Back at my friend's house he and his wife were aware of the hold-up and eagerly awaiting the arrival of their meal. We sit down to eat. I cut open my burrito and to my absolute horror I discover that they used the same cheese laden steak pieces. The outside was clean, but the innards were totally contaminated. These fockers do not understand "No Cheese". At this point, I'm still cooled out. I resolve to not be upset, I'll just call them up, advise them of their error, and request they deduct the $13.95 for my steak fajita burrito from the credit card charge. That's fair.

 

I called, advised them of the situation and my request. I was asked to hold on a moment. A woman (who turns out is the owner) gets on and asks what the problem is. I coolly and politely recount the events that have thus transpired and my seemingly wholly reasonable request for a refund. Her response? "That's not possible, as we do not put cheese on the inside." I told her that in this instance, it appears the kitchen violated their recipe as there is a distinct and appreciable quantity of cheese on the inside of this particular burrito.

 

After repeated denials on her part and protestations to the contrary on mine, she tells me that if I want a refund of any kind, I would have to come in so she could see this cheese covered meat I was complaining about. Flabbergasted, I advised the dear woman that the last thing she wanted was for me to return to her establishment. No return, no refund she maintained. At approximately this point I uttered my first F-bomb (in gerund form, modifying "nuts") and the line went dead.

 

My buddy, being the great friend he is, insists that I have no choice but to press on for the refund. In fact, he wants to come and watch (which he did from a safe distance while not letting on he was in anyway remotely associated with moi).

 

Upon my entrance to the restaurant, I shout out "WHERE'S THE MANAGER? I'M HERE TO SHOW HER MY MEAT!" The place was about 3/4 full at the time and I had commanded everyone's attention as I was speaking as loudly and lasciviously as possible. The hostess was just staring at me, mouth agape, so I implored her to "GO GET HER! SHE ASKED TO SEE MY MEAT AND I AM HERE TO SHOW IT TO HER!"

 

As she retreated to the back, I was glaring back at any customer or employee who had the temerity to attempt eye contact with me. Soon this fat POS (turns out was the owner's son) comes waddling out from the back. He got about 20' from me when I shouted "WHAT, YOU WANT TO SEE MEAT TOO?" He stopped in his tracks and returned from whence he came.

 

Soon, the woman I spoke to on the phone came out followed by her husband. They looked none too happy. I announced that I "BROUGHT MY MEAT FOR YOU TO LOOK AT". I was shocked that she actually intended to check it out before granting a refund. I obliged her by picking out several pieces. I would hold a piece up for her inspection, shout "LOOKS LIKE CHEESE TO ME!" and discard each piece onto the floor. After the fourth piece she told me she would need my credit card to process the refund. I told her that was "ABSOLUTEFUCKINGBULLSHIT" as she already had all my info at her disposal.

 

Her husband left briefly and returned with the refund slip and meekly stated that I was no longer welcome at Numero Dos. "THAT'S FOCKING PRESUMPTUOUS. YOU SHOULD REMAME THIS PLACE EL BANO".

 

On my way out the door I advised everyone "YOU ALL LIVE IN FILTH."

 

On the ride home my friend expressed regret in that he would have probably eaten my burrito dinner.

:lol:

Still funny even after 13 years. 

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Just now, Djgb13 said:

Now I want Mexican. Need al pastor and some asada Street tacos 

I wish I knew if Recidivist was still alive. He was lived life in a scorched earth type of way. Fast and loose. 

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