I guess I'll start with the snot wad on the bottle of hot sauce at our table. I had the misfortune of touching it before seeing it. Then there was the chicken breast that came with the Mrs.'s waffle. It probably had suffered a long and gruesome death beneath those toxic orange warming lamps. It was rock hard and bone dry. Then another touching incident occurred when I moved my lunch basket. It felt like they dipped it in vegetable oil prior to serving my meal in it. You expect some grease in a chicken & waffle joint, but this made me lose my appetite. Best part of the meal was my Pepsi in a mason jar.