My most horrendous food experiences have all taken place in Peterhead. A colleague and I were staying at what was, at that time, the “best” hotel in town. At dinner, she ordered the veggie option. I don’t recall how it was described on the menu, but what arrived was a frozen supermarket quiche served on top of a pile of Heinz spaghetti hoops. Best of all, it arrived at the table under a cloche, which the server whipped off with a flourish: tah-daaaaah!
I once ordered an espresso which turned out to be lots of Nescafé and a little bit of water (confirmed by the girl serving us after I suggested the coffee was a bit rank). I don’t mind the odd cup of Nescafé, but 5 spoonfuls in 50ml of water is pushing it a bit
Oh, man. This reminds me of another Peterhead experience. I made the mistake of ordering a cappuccino. What I got was one of those Nescafe cappuccino sachets, topped up with about a litre of boiling water. Looooooooooooooxury.