You make me sick...

Yesterday evening I was enjoying a meal at Spring Rolls (specifically the Mississauga location at the Sussex Centre on Burnhamthorpe)... I was out with some friends for someone's birthday... it was overall and good time, everyone was enjoying themselves.

I had made myself well full from ordering my standard Tango Mango Fish & Shrimp, but decided to split dessert... coconut stick rice with mango... with Kendra because typically when we've ordered this not just from Spring Rolls but from other places, it has always been a delicious and satisfying end to a good meal. Anyways, we had almost made our way through the entire mound of sticky rice when I took my final bite. Pairing it with a piece of mango for what should have been sweet, fruity perfection, I put the combo into my mouth and began chewing. Everything seemed to be going as normal, when I suddenly felt a strange texture mid-chew. Something hard and slightly sharp... quite un-rice or mango-like was inside the food that was presently inside my mouth.

Quite disturbed by this alien texture I was experiencing (and please note, the vast majority of my food consumption habits are based upon texture), I decided to err on the side of poor table manners and remove it from my mouth to examine it.

To my surprise and utter disgust, it was a fingernail. Not my fingernail. Just a fingernail. A stranger's fingernail was in my hand, after previously being in my mouth. I was almost too disgusted for words, but managed to get out an "oh hellllll no.... I did not just find a fingernail in my food." If you're interested, see below for a photo of said fingernail.

From this point forward I will no longer be a patron of Spring Rolls restaurants in Mississauga or elsewhere. The manager tried to comfort me by assuring me that it could not possibly be the fingernail of one of her staff, but that the fingernail must have been in the bag of rice and she would be speaking with her suppliers. But realistically I don't care where the fingernail originated, I am concerned solely with the fact that there was not only a fingernail in my food, but it was in the food inside my mouth. Someone's fingernail was inside my mouth, and I can't help but think that if I wasn't a slow-chewing eater, I may have swallowed that fingernail without ever knowing.

Fortunately I do know. And I also know that I will never again be giving my hard-earned dollars to the Spring Rolls chain or any of their affiliates. And may I recommend the same for you...

... and if anyone cares to know... having experienced both, I would definitely say fingernail trumps hair in the disgusting-factor of interesting bodily food finds.