The Union Chinese restaurant in San Jose, CA, is a pretty nice place to order take-out… the stench of incense nearly masks the stench of the hostess’ BO, but the kitchen is fast so you don’t have to endure it for long. And they happily accomodate off-menu orders, or maybe they just fry up some other miscellaneous garbage and stuff it in the to-go bag, figuring the customer won’t notice until they’re too far away to complain. (I’ll find out in about 20 minutes, I guess.)
It might also be true that writing sarcastic, negative restaurant reviews while sitting in the restaurant waiting for food is a bad idea. You never know what might get stirred into the stir-fry.
My first thought was, “Damn, I’ve lost a filling!” My second thought was, “Ewww, the cook lost a filling.” But it was just a little chunk of plastic after all. There was no evidence that it came out of someone else’s body first.