Years ago we had something similar happen at a very good and favorite restaurant. We were with another couple and my husband found a finger cot in his salad. We quietly called the waitress over, who was appropriately mortified, whisked it away, and asked if DH would like a replacement. He naturally declined, and by then I decided I really didn't want mine either. Our friends sent theirs back as well, and we waited for our entrees. Our waitress was back shortly with a hilarious (but unrepeatable) explanation and apology, and said the manager comped the whole dinner for all four of us. We have told the story many times, without naming the restaurant, because the manager acted perfectly and salvaged the whole evening. I do confess to being a little suspicious of my salads to this day, but happily, have yet to find any unexpected ingredients.
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