We just had Thai food delivered and we’re both having awful stomach cramps. What should we do? The order got here by 7pm, less than 30 minutes after I called. It’s almost 8pm now and we’re not feeling so hot. Do I call the place and tell them that their food made us sick? What would be the point? A refund? We paid in cash, so I woudn’t expect my $20 back.
It was vegetable curry, thai summer rolls, and Karen had some curry chicken puff appetizer. I didn’t eat the chicken (but Karen said it was like a Thai-spiced samosa and heavenly), so it had to be the curry or the rolls or maybe one of the dipping sauces. What bad food causes a reaction that quick? Could it be the shrimp in the summer roll? That’d be seriously bad news, huh?
Anyhow, I’m not keen on posting the name of the place, because I’d rather resolve the situation than simply talk a bunch of shit online (so don’t guess in the comments, please). I’ll be updating this post with developments (without too many gastro-intestinal details), especially make a suggestion that I wanna pursue.
10:15: Queezy, but Karen feels better. Trying not to think about salmonella. Not interested in complaining. Watching Sigur Ros: Helma movie, adding to weird feeling. Ate some ice cream. Guess that means I’m not gonna die. Drinking peppermint tea. Maybe I should go to bed early. Sorry no Muy Thai throwdown over funky curry.
The next day: Well, I did not snuff it. My stomach is a little tentative. May try some Wheaties and soy milk in a bit. Threw out the leftover curry in the fridge (rather than send it to the lab for analysis). Shoulda called the restaurant, but didn’t. Really not sure how to deal with the awkwardness of these situations. It’s really too bad, because I like their “drunken noodle jae” (w/tofu). I wish there was Vietnamese delivery around here. Maybe one of those places on Grace Street…
Saturday night: I’ve had a headache all day. Being prone to migraines, I didn’t think anything of it, but just thought I’d document it. Ya know, in case I need to record a sworn affidavit. Ate collard greens from the garden for lunch and dinner. Then I ripped the plants out of the ground as they’d gone to seed and weren’t producing anymore. Maybe I’d grow my own cilantro and serrano peppers until the salmonella scare is over. Got tomatoes out the wazzoo though. If I grow my own food, what will I complain about on my blog?
Sunday AM: No headache (yet). Slept in. Drank an enormous smoothie filled with everything under the sun (including fresh collard greens and grapefruit and hemp protein powder) and some honey to make it go down “smooth.” Leaving doors open to my house. Dogs laying about, MMA fights on the tele, toiling over my research paper. Did I mention that Jasper and Karen are out of town? This is how I’m spending my solitude (w/o Thai food).
Sunday PM: I know the opportune time to take action is probably passed, but readers are welcome to respond to the hypothetical situation of a tummy-ache caused by bad food. Surely it’s happend to you at least once. Do you just let it slide? Complain? Boycott? Blog about it? Devulge the name of the restaurant? Approximately 48hrs later, my stomach is hurting some more. It hadn’t healed up enough to handle strong coffee. Hate that feeling. What to do? Next Food Network Star, anyone?