For a few days this week I attended an industry conference for a client I represent. It was a perfectly mediocre conference, moderately attended and with negligible enthusiasm.
But our story brings us to lunch on the first day. Rather than a typical sit-down lunch with the usual rubber chicken, they went with a buffet style Chinese menu, sponsored by one of the attendee corporations.
I have to say, without exaggeration, that this was the worst tasting food … ever.
After justFor a few days this week I attended an industry conference for a client I represent. It was a perfectly mediocre conference, moderately attended and with negligible enthusiasm.
But our story brings us to lunch on the first day. Rather than a typical sit-down lunch with the usual rubber chicken, they went with a buffet style Chinese menu, sponsored by one of the attendee corporations.
I have to say, without exaggeration, that this was the worst tasting food … ever.
After just one bite it became clear that the chef prepared the food by wrapping in his used sweat sock and storing at the bottom of his locker.
Think of the most disgusting Chinese take out you’ve ever had. Think on that meal, and in your mind’s taste bud remember that awful flavor. Just how gross it was.
OK. You with me? Good. Now … as that awful flavor swirls, think of food that’s way, way worse and more horrifying. Old. Stale. Smelly.
The food I ate was worse than that.
And the registration fee for the conference?
$2,000.
Not exactly what I’d call a ‘lunch special.’
