The worst brunch I ever had. It went something like this:
Me: I'll have the Eggs Florentine with the hollandaise in the side, please.
Befuddled Waitress: Sure. Wait, did you say extra hollandaise? Or hollandaise on the side?
Me: On the side. Hollandaise on the side. Thanks!
Random Food bringer: Here you go.
Me: ... Uh. I asked for the hollandaise on the side? Can you get our server?
BW: (Coming back, flustered) OH! That was my fault. Sorry!
Me: ...
Much much later...
BW: Here you go, on the side.
Me: ... ... (Staring at the strange congealed substance that tasted like mayonnaise.) Uh. Thanks?
The hollandaise was so disgusting. The most horrible hollandaise I have ever seen or eaten. It wasn't even hollandaise. It was something else masquerading as hollandaise. Congealed Mayo Lard Sauce maybe? Evil!
And my friend ordered the Quiche and she could barely get her meal down too. The only positive thing was that the coffee and my friend's cappuccino were good.
Blech. They weren't even busy when we came. In fact, they were kinda dead. So there is no excuse. None.