Tell me about the worst dinner party you've ever been to(214 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
Not really awful but funny. Not long out of uni & renting in London, friend had us round one evening. Served nice 'starter'. Being greedy type gobbled it down and waited for more as did other guests. There was no more! Ended up bladdered, falling asleep in hosts' bed, staggering home with housemates, being sick and then getting chips.
Oh to be early 20s again! Still in touch with said friend and she still serves small portions (we eat beforehand!)
Just remembered one we had as 20 somethings, no kids. Had some newish friends (couple) round and starter was something (common) the male half absolutely detests. He was manfully eating it when gf pipes up that X really hates y so sorry etc. Bless him, he was taking one for the team!
We still laugh about it now!
Just read this !
My experience was when a drunk man aT a dinner party asked me if my breasts were real ! Didn't believe me then actually leant across the table and suddenly cupped a breast ! His wife glared at me the rest of the e evening and I sat there stunned .
A bit like the Ribena story, I went to a dinner party and the main meal was one whole packet of feta cheese each. Not cut up or mixed with anything, just one of those packets you buy in the cheese aisle at the supermarket, unwrapped from its plastic and shaped like a slab on each person's plate.
Turned out she was pregnant (we didn't know this at the time) and couldn't bear to eat anything else. Fair enough, but don't inflict it on everyone.
wish there were more these have helped distract me until anti-sickness tablets kicked in
Some friends invited us to their house for a Sunday lunchtime roast. We duly arrived at 11am as per their invite, only to find that not only was nothing being cooked, they hadn't even bought any food yet, and their cooker wasn't working and they wanted DH to help them fix it!
Cue me sitting bored in their house for hours whilst the cooker was getting fixed. At about 3pm the woman finally decided to go to the supermarket to get something in to eat. she got back at about 4pm and dinner (which was actually quite nice) wasn't served until gone 6.
God knows why I just sat there all day! These days I'd get up and leave!
I loved my friend's dinner party's. She'd quite often invite us over for supper too.
I stayed over for a few days after moving away to a different area.
She'd scraped dinner plates clean into a pan then serve up guests left-over food again the next day as supper.
Mine isn't so much bad as just odd.
We were invited to a friends of OHs, at this point I'd not meet his wife. Anyway knowing that friend was a chef was really looking forward to it.
Can't remember what the starter was, but the main was a chicken casserole. It was the blandest thing I have ever eaten, seriously it tasted of nothing. . .
But the wine was good and plentiful and the wife and I hit it off, so that was great. Anyway at some point in the night she mentioned that they'd been visiting family and severally of them were elderly and poorly and the night they got back she was desperate for a curry. So we assumed they got in to the habit of cooking blandly while away.
We had them over with some other mutual friends, we had a curry night (OH is Anglo-Indian) we made several dishes going from mild to blow your head off. Both of them dived on the hottest dishes.
A few nights out at restaurants where they both order and eat adventurously, then they invite us back again, with another couple, this time game pie again even the home made pastry tasted of nothing. Seriously you'd actually have to go to lengths to make food this bland. It's so odd.
The worst thing is they are lovely! Really nice people, and she is sooo proud of her husband cooking, to say anything would hurt both of them.
We love spending time with them but I can't eat another meal like that.
So I read this thread fairly aghast a few months ago. Tonight I can now add my own:
- Got to the house of a friend of a friend who had invited us for dinner. We wee running about 15 mins late so I texted him to say we were sorry and we were on our way (they live in london, long journey, and we were asked to be there at 6-6.30??) We arrived and he ushered us into the living room where there were some bowls and a saucepan. he said they had already eaten 1st course but eh could re-heat it. We said that if it wasn't too much trouble, that would be lovely. So 1st course comes out - it is tinned soup and bread. Fine, ok. I have a little bit (not much in the pan for two of us). he then starts saying about cake and biscuits, which he brings out (still in their boxes) and puts on the table.
And that was it. Not even a glass of wine.
I am still in shock.
I had friends who used to do that too, but they seem to have learned their lesson!
I can cope with poor food but when at BILs you get about 50mls of wine then they put the bottle away!
Worst dinner party was my own.
At Uni I lived with 3 guys, all lovely.
One night we had a dinner party for some friends. Lovely roast beef and a chocolate fondue with fruit for pudding. One flat mate couldn't be there.
Unbeknown to me the missing flat mate had been exhibiting some strange behaviour of late (I had been working and staying at my then boyfriend's flat, so not home much).
He arrived back in the middle of dessert and started behaving very erratically. He then tried to strangle another of my flatmates and all the male guests had to pull him off and restrain him while he calmed down.
I called the Police as he then attempted to drive in his car, they spoke to him and he then disappeared all night.
I once went to an awkward dinner party with a woman I rather liked.
I think her background was quite down-to-earth. Later in life she'd acquired - and subsequentlyhed - a rich executive husband, which meant she was particularly keen to do things properly. This meant that with it being a dinner party and all, she wanted her leather jacketed left wing academic boyfriend to wear a suit and tie. Which he had refused to do.
At the time I had a three month old baby, who I was breastfeedin. My friend seemed vaguely horrified that I'd be bringing the baby, but couldn't actually get it together to disinvite me.
What with her disapproving of boyfriend's lack of tie and me for sticking the baby up my blouse at intervals, it was rather a tense evening.
Mine isn't funny but it was probably the most boring evening of my life. ExDP's best friend and wife invited us for dinner along with his brother and SIL.
Said brother spent the entire meal talking and the only topic of conversation was the minutiaea of the lives of the people in the small town he lives in, who none of the rest of us (except his wife, obv) knew. This was LITERALLY the only topic all night. Four hours felt like four days and I found myself having to fight to stay awake. I was so relieved when we could finally escape. The hosts are lovely and had made a fabulous meal but Bore Brother spoiled the whole night.
auntmargaret not Chris Patten This was about 5 years before he came out and became Fat Pang.
Oh dear Calamity we're having guests round for lunch in the garden today - broad beans and pancetta, with goat's cheese and crusty bread, and there are sugar snap peas in the salad. You would hate me forever.
trikken did you ever find out what happened? Did you or they get the date wrong? That would make me
Love sooty and croissants
When me and DH were newly married MIL made a big hooha about us spending Christmas day with her. I really don't like her or FIL and DH isn't mad on them either!
Christmas breakfast was a big thing in their house so we had to walk to their house for 8.30 for boiled eggs and baps. Then MIL and FIL announced they were going to bed because they had worked the night shift in Christmas eve. leaving the dishes for us to do.
SIL and her boyfriend were there so we decided to start drinking straight away. MIL had soup in the pressure cooker and SIL and myself were in charge of it. Being totally pissed instead of putting the weight's on when we were supposed to we opened it and the soup shot up and hit the ceiling. It was thick vegetable soup and it just hung there. I had to climb on the worktop and scrape it down with a spoon. By this time we were nearly hysterical with laughter.
Then we heard MIL and FIL having sex.
When they came downstairs MIL expressed surprise at how little soup there was, served up the dinner and then I had to go upstairs to be sick.
After dinner games resulted in DH and his dad nearly coming to blows over an answer (FIL does not like to be wrong).
I don't remember much more
> If you cant cook, then don't invite people for a meal!!
That's why I don't do dinner parties
I LOVE goats cheese! I would have taken it off you as well!
chipmonkey you are right of course. It is the company rather than the food which was delicious. I think it's probably the fact the hosts were pretentious knobs who when they came round to ours for a wine tasting and dinner party night, turned up an hour late when the wine tasting chap was waiting for them (3 couples including me & DH; other couple were on time), refused to drink any of the wines because they weren't French
but bloody nice and then dominated the conversation all night boasting about the hypothetical house they were going to buy on the nicest road in our town they've just bought an average house on an average road! Actually that sounds like the worst dinner party!
I think it's cos they boast about being great at everything but couldn't be arsed to home cook the meal.
I admit I'm quite fussy but will stomach most things to be polite. Broad beans and peas are not negotiable. I'm also not a fan at all of goats cheese. I think I was the guest from hell with my "Are you serious?" response to the hostess's announcement that the first course was pea & broad bean purée on a bed of goats cheese! I genuinely thought my DH had had a quiet word telling her to wind me up. He was quite happy to have my portion!
I went to an adult pool party once, where there was a definite atmosphere as the host's wife was having an affair with the husband of another guest. A memorable evening for all the wrong reasons!
At another dinner party, one of the guests drank so much he passed out under the table. Apparently this was quite normal behaviour for him, so we all just carried on as if nothing had happened.
About 12 years ago DH and I went to a work colleague's for a murder mystery evening. 2 of our friends went too, but we didn't know the other couple.
My character was asked to wear low cut top, short skirt etc. So I did. The woman from the couple we didn't know set about me the minute we arrived. I think she called me a slag a few times, didn't seem to get it was a character thing.
Murder mystery finished, we moved onto dinner, where she sat next to the engaged host and rubbed his legs under the table, v obviously. We then played that stick a post it on your head and guess who you are game, and she totally lost the plot at me as I was Colin Powell and there was some kind of argument about how you pronounce Colin. Which degenerated rapidly into her calling me a slag again.
I ignored her. I was just open mouthed at it.
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