hit the clarendon grill about 2 years ago with two buddies. we had been in the joint for all of sixty seconds before some chick projectile-vomits on my friend's back. she didn't even apologize, she just ran off to the bathroom. i got a little splatter, he got the direct hit. the look on his face was indescribable - disbelief, indignation, disgust, shock. he ripped off his shirt on the spot, threw it in the trash and walked out. that was all i needed to see of the place, but buddy#2 kept trying to convince us that "it wasn't so bad, give the place a chance". our night was over. being driven home by a topless dude to my place off dupont made me feel a little weird :eek:
still not as disturbing as azahal's story.