Tell me about the worst dinner party you've ever been to(210 Posts)
We had friends to dinner last night and despite feeling ill I did my best to do a good meal because my mum brought me up to always treat guests well however hard things may be otherwise.
It set me thinking about meals I've been invited to and then I remembered the horribly embarrassing meal we were invited to at a work colleagues of DP last year. I didn't really know them but we went along. On arrival we were served with a glass of ribena. Unusual I think to myself but I quite like ribena (dp hates it). We stood about politely drinking ribena then were told dinner was ready. In each place was a plate with a piece of toast (most of it cold) and in the middle a packet of tesco value pate not even opened and one knife. The 12 of us carefully shared it out. Hostess then produced an apple each cut into quarters with a slither of cheese followed up by a cup of tea or coffee and that was dinner (served with more ribena).
Maybe I'm just a horrible person but it has to be the worst dinner party I've ever been to! Socialising with friends was lovely but surely a dinner party is as much about the food as the socialising?
DP and I had brought a bottle of wine as had all the other invited couples but all of those were squirreled away by host and not seen again. I don't think they were short on money by the way though you can't always tell by looking so they may have been trying to make the best of a bad situation
Exactly MrsGeologist. Or even not bothering to cook in the first place if you're crap at it, and just inviting people over for takeaway.
Cooking disaster doesn't explain the hiding of wine and serving ribena though.
Did she call it Ribena or was she trying to pass it off as red wine? Was it served in wine glasses?
Hostess got progressively more pissed, threw a glass at me (missed) and said I was a whore. Turns out her husband fancied me and was not shy in telling her as much. Thankfully for all concerned I am uninterested in other women's husbands. Especially this one, who looked like an egg.
True Baroness maybe it was a scheme to collect wine to serve at their real dinner party the following evening!
I went to a dinner party with friends and it was to be an array of vegetarian food, as one of the hosts was veggie and wanted to show that not all veggie food was boring. One of the guests had brought her mother who was visiting from Germany. This poor woman didn't realise the theme of the evening and had dared to bring a German sausage to the party as a gift, and the veggie woman gave daggers to anyone who tried to sample it. It was a bit awkward but luckily the host didn't say anything, though afterwards she got upset that her idea had been ruined.
I have been to a family dinner party where 3 of the guests sat waiting in their car outside, sent one of them in to say "sorry, we can't actually stay for dinner" and then drove off. No idea why and no explanation until months later, one of the absentee guests confessed that her dad had seen someone outside who he'd had a falling out with, got worked up about it and decided not to come in the house as he might create an 'atmosphere'. Not worst the dinner party ever, just extremely odd!
They sound like the Pom Bear people!
An old friend of mine gave a dinner party to bid farewell to his neighbours, who were moving away. The main course was Coronation Chicken, but unfortunately my friend had forgotten to check that he had enough "good" oil to make the mayonnaise. He didn't. It was a Sunday evening, but back in the days when shops were not open 24/7, so he used fat from the chip pan - even thinking about it now makes my stomach turn.
To be fair he did warn me, so I had a very small helping, which I didn't eat. His other guests wolfed it down & had seconds!
The sad thing was that I had already tasted his version of the dish made properly & it was absolutely delicious.
My fave has to be the one where one of the couples turned up....wife staggered in grabbing the banister to steady herself, thrust a bottle of non alcoholic wine into my hand as 'she doesn't drink' and then collapsed on the sofa to sleep off the pre 'going out drinks' (non alcoholic of course) she had consumed....luckily they are my best mates ! (And it's normally me doing that kind of thing ). Loving the OPs worst one...now that takes some beating !
One where the hostess dissapeared to put the baby to bed, and came back down an hour and a half later, then served bread and fondue!
Like OP the only bad one I've been to is where there was not nearly enough food. And I was sat next to a woman who was very marginally well known for her work (and who I admired) who turned out to be incredibly rude.
I am such a crap hostess - just cannot do it nicely and with aplomb - that I own up straight away. Its help self to wine, help self to food, and we always run out of wine glasses as everyone wants to try different wine with food.
But everyone leaves rolling in wine, having eaten and having had a laugh!
And people don't say no when I ask them to come back again and we do get invites back.
The one where the food poisoned the lot of us. My then-boyfriend wound up having to seek treatment in the same hospital where we worked.
OP yours is deeply weird. I'm sure there must've been a back story, although there is no real reason they couldn't have ordered a posh takeaway or even a pizza instead!
Mine was some new friends of DP's when we were new to the area. I can't remember how he'd met the guy now. There was a huge bowl full of change near the doorway. We didn't think anything of it and had a pretty nice evening until it was time to go. The hostess said something like "we like to check how honest our guests are," and she and her DH proceeded to empty the change bowl onto the living room floor and start counting the money while we sat, agog, wondering if this was some great gag, as the hostess was quite jovial about the whole thing.
Anyway. Turned out the bowl was 55p down. I swear it wasn't me and I'm pretty confident it wasn't DP. We were ushered out in very cool tones and never saw them again
except once when I saw her in Sainsbo's and hid in the next aisle.
I thought you were going to say they handed the bowl round like a collection plate for guests to put money in. That would have been bad enough but what happened was even worse. By a mile.
A long time ago when i was newly living with DH he invited some friends of his round for lunch, I don't know why I did it, but I decided to cook a ham which we had with baked potatoes. I knew the wife slightly and the husband I'd met at their wedding and I'd drunkenly said something ridiculously inappropriate to him about going on honeymoon, which caused him to look confused and terrified.
The ham was inedible, salty and semi raw in places and every potato was bad when they were opened, so we basically ate salad on a cold winters day.
They were so nice about it all but I still feel embarrassed.
fondantnancy that's weird. Lucky escape.
Staying at MIL's naice country house. She invited her moderately elderly, posho chums round for a dinner party. They all got gently shitfaced apart from one apple cheeked old dear who got monumentally wankered and started a huge argument with one of the other guests about his blue tit nesting box, implying he was falsely grandstanding about how many were in it.
We all tried to defuse the mounting tension. At one point she screamed "shut the fuck up Barbara! I want to hear what Harold to say about his so-called blue tits." Then threw a bread roll at her.
Apparently this happens all the time and I, the supposedly young and broad minded attendee, was the only person who was mortified.
Then they all drove home, including fighty blue tit woman, the designated drivers all having had a modest one bottle of red each at least.
When I remonstrated I was mocked for my uppity urban ideas about not killing people/yourself.
Friend of mine once went to a dinner party where, on sitting down at the table, the hostess announced it was time for everyone to chip in their contribution of £15 a head for the meal.
It was a pasta dish. Friends had taken 2 bottles of quite posh wine, as had the other guests. Nevertheless, they all paid up, mutely.
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Went to dinner at the aunt of an Indian friend. I've always felt reasonably comfortable with hot food - lived in India for three years and Sri Lanka for a year and have eaten a lot of hot food, but this was on a different scale. The main dish was literally bristling with hundreds of tiny little chillies. I had three mouthfuls and found myself unable to speak or eat anything else
or indeed do anything except impersonate a beetroot and cough feebly for the rest of the night. The aunt spent the whole evening giving me the evil eye for not eating much.
The most interesting bit of the night was looking at my friend's very weird relatives - there were a lot of first cousin marriages in her branch of the family, and at some point in 1973 chins had obviously become completely bred out of their physiology.
Screaming with laughter at Barbara, Harold and the 'so-called blue tits'!
Not really a dinner party, but in a restaurant one of the wives refused to speak to waiting staff. She whispered to her husband what she wanted (and she was darn picky) and he then had to repeat this to the staff. She wasn't shy, she just considered it uncouth to talk to "staff". Awful woman.
BlueStones a friend of mine had a mercifully brief relationship with a woman like that. She would eyeball everyone in the group, whisper her (usually unreasonable) demands and he would relay them to the assembled company. We called her Sooty.
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