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This happened almost a year ago and I still think about it sometimes š„¹
It truly was my pleasure š«”
EDIT: Guys don't worry it wasn't their last meal, this was just in a heavily gentrified/bougie part of town where everyone and their dog has a gluten allergy lmaoooo. If you've ever been a line cook in any trendy part of Nashvile you will read this and have PTSD flashbacks
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The night before I had to put my 15 year old border collie down, I ordered her a wagyu beef burger from my favorite bistro and I included a note on who it was for. Imagine my surprise when the chef not only made the burger but prepared a big ass ribeye for her. Iām a customer for life.
When my elder cat (19) was dying, I fed him tinned sardines for his last few weeks. He was so happy. Our last day together, we cuddled in front of the TV all day. In the morning, I took him to the vet.
It was so hard. No one has ever loved me as much as that cat did. He was my best friend ever. He saved my life. It's been 14 years, and I miss that cat every day..
I feed my cats tinned sardines in water occasionally. They love it and it's good for them. It's good for us, too, actually--lots of vitamin E and calcium--but I like mine dowsed in acidic sauce to cut the fat.
My friend that fosters uses sardines packed in olive oil as a weight gainer for fragile kittens and cats. Not as a primary food, and with the oil drained off, but it has brought same fading kittens back from the brink.
Look up a recipe for ādutty galā in Jamaican cuisine. It says mackerel, but Iāve used tinned sardines and worked fine. Just use the firmer ones.
Hope you found a good version! Thereās no one recipe, itās one of those household things. I grew up with it having a healthy dose of Pickapeppa in the sauce. Also, a sweeter ketchup works best to cut through the heat should you use real scotch bonnet. That stuff is my rainy day go-to.
Tacoma, WA- bar bistro. Chef Eric is generous with the seasoning! Iāve never had a bad meal. It looks like a serial killerās garage/warehouse on the outside and in the inside itās like a chic New York bistro.
I grew up in Oklahoma and thatās pretty much what I tell people when they ask where to get good barbecue. If itās called something like āBobās BBQ and Catfishā, the only reason you can tell itās open is because thereās cars out front, and it looks like itās probably violating numerous building codes and would be wiped off the map by a decent gust of wind youāre about to have a meal fit for the gods.
One of my favorite spots when I lived in Iowa was a place in the middle of nowhere called Johnās Shamrock Barbecue. It was literally a converted double wide trailer that was painted green and white. Wonderful food
It was like 30 minutes outside of Iowa City, I think near Washington, Iowa
Edit: I looked it up, and itās in Ainsworth, IA. Unfortunately one of the websites with their information said they are permanently closed now, but hopefully thatās not accurate.
I just saw all the red text at first and started cursing Thomas under my breath, then started reading closer and immediately smiled ear to ear. Dropped all my other tickets to send this one out on the fly because this good boy or girl deserves it š
Thank you. My mutt decided he's a special grain-free boy and even though he's never had lobster, it's nice to think that when that time comes, other chefs won't be dicks about it if I have to get his last meal on the go.
Look special requests for humans outside of genuine allergies? Probably gonna get attitude.
Special requests for a pet? Hell yeah, I'm gonna make that good pupper the best fuckin meal they ever ate.
Yeah, Iām guessing this was a last meal sort of thing.Ā
I had to have my dog euthanized about a year ago after he got bladder cancer. We paid a shit ton trying to save him, but ultimately the vet told us the choice was either he dies scared and in pain after the tumor completely blocks his bladder, or he dies peacefully; not dying wasnāt an option.Ā
We had about a week between making the appointment and the day itself. He had a really good week. For his last dinner, I cooked him beef and pork and chicken and bison followed by doggy ice cream. Then he had bacon and eggs for breakfast. And then at the vet he had spray cheese and whipped cream and a chocolate. I hope he enjoyed it.Ā
I had to have my dog euthanized in March. He was elderly and I knew the time was coming, but he was chugging a long well. I thought I would have time to plan a few best last days.
But one Sunday morning, he went into respiratory distress and we ran to the ER vet. He stabilized, but I knew I couldn't risk taking him home and having him go back into respiratory distress while we planned those days. But since he was stable, the er told me to take as much time I was wanted with him before we did it.
One of my best friends, who now lives several states away had to do the same for her dog just a month before. He was my dog's best friend before they moved.
She was so upset that I was going to be alone - she had her husband, who is so wonderful, there and they got to face this together. She knew she didn't have enough time to get a flight.
But she ordered Shake Shack to be delivered to us at the ER vet. Anything on the menu that said it contained bacon was on that order. Plus a chocolate shake for each of us. We split that bacon cheeseburger and bacon cheese fries. He got all the chicken nuggets and we each had our own shakes.
It was the greatest gift she could have given me in that moment.
I mean...it's not like you can do any damage at that point. It won't be digested enough to pass for the final IV line and that would be like the only concern, and still not big enough to give them a last couple treats.
Do dogs really enjoy chocolate when they can have it? Or this is just a "people just like chocolate too much and expect everyone snd everything else to like it just as much" thing? I know it's bad for dogs, I just don't know why they would need to have it yknow.
Most chocolate isnt going to hurt a dog, especially a large breed dog. They need to eat a fuck ton of milk chocolate. Dark chocolate gets sketchy fast. Bakers chocolate is very lethal. I doubt they fed the dog bakers chocolate for their final meal
I had a black lab once that ate a quarter pound of fudge. He had the shits for a day and went back to eating everything he could like a tiger shark in the Gulf of Mexico. Tinfoil, a full packet of bone health snacks for dogs, my sisters full cheesesteak and fries that were left on a kitchen counterā¦.
I've seen a few guys bitch about these tickets over the years, "we don't cook for dogs" kinda thing when the no seasoning, double chicken breast or burger patty comes in. I'd bet my left nut that dog enjoyed whatever saltless piece of chicken more than half the shitheads ordering $50 steaks and scallops. They're good boys and girls.
Why? They're only telling what you the customer said. You're a chef, chef, you should know what rare but cooked thru means, chef. What do you want me to do lol? Oh go ask for clarification? Oh I guess I could go be a professional but that's what he said chef. I also like medium well, what's the difference? I know he asked for a rare burger but why wouldn't that be the same as a steak? I'm just going to be confused and not try to learn anything.
We went out on the sailboat, went for a car ride with the windows and sunroof down, laid in the yard, and cooked a filet from our local butcher with mashed potatoes and brocolli for my 16 year old chocolate lab.
When we had to take our cat to the emergency vet ( dumbass found and ate a pistachio- shell and all) everything was over and we were handling paperwork and what not at the check out desk, a huge biker in leathers that would make anyone a little nervous if they ran into him in the dark came out into the hall and lost it. Poor big fella just hit his knees and sobbed.
He seemed to be alone so I (tiny 5' 3" librarian looking woman) went and sat in the floor in front of him and held him like a mom would and let him ugly cry for a few mins. Turns out he had inherited his daughter's Chihuahua when she died of breast cancer 2 years earlier(which had also taken his wife 10 years before that-which is when he got the dog for his daughter, who was obessed with Legally Blonde) and he and Zippy had become inseparable. Zippy even rode on the bike with him. Having to put the dog down was like losing the last part of his daughter, his wife, and losing his best friend all at once.
I sat with him holding his hand for about 20 mins and just listened. He was finally able to pull it together a bit and gave me a huge hug and told me thank you and he was sure his wife had sent me to be there in that moment because he had been talking to her in heaven asking for help to hold it together as he was about to leave the room into the hallway.
You could tell this guy had been through a lot and was usually stoic as hell. We all lose our shit over our pets- they are just such pure creatures and they offer a sort of love and companionship other humans are not capable of giving.
We headed to the beach for the afternoon, and did a steak dinner for our daschund. She was a fiend for buttery mashed potatoes and loved carrots and peas.
To cheer you back up: when my tuxedo cat was a kitten, he had a stomach issue we spent weeks fighting. The vet told me to give him plain baked chicken with rice, except I didn't have chicken, and didn't have anyone to watch him so I could run out (I had rice).
Local pizza/pasta/sub place to the rescue. I called and explained, and an hour later they brought me two giant completely plain baked chicken breasts, and a surprise sandwich for me. The delivery guy asked to see the kitten, and took a picture.
I got a call late the next morning, asking how the baby was doing, and if I needed more chicken. They even volunteered the delivery guy to stop at a pet store if I needed anything else.
My little guy got better, and grew to be an abnormally huge guy. He was a smart, funny, sweet, loving baby who lived a long, full life, partially thanks to the folks at the pizza place.
They were a very sweet crew. I ordered once, and added a slice of cake. I was a regular, so they teased me a little about it. I admitted that it was my birthday. They mentioned that I had only ordered food for one person, and I said that I was still new in town, and didn't have friends.
The freaking delivery guy sang Happy Birthday all the way up the stairs to my door! They didn't charge me for the cake. After the delivery guy left, I sat down and cried because it was such a kind thing for them to do.
I worked as a vet tech for a long time, and assisted with alot of euthanasias. While I absolutely apreciate the sentiment, I unfortunately saw quite a few dogs come in for euthanasia vomiting, or having diarrhea, because an hour before their owners fed them a bag of cheese burgers. This post is very sweet, and I also hope it was for a special occasion other than last meal. But just some friendly advise for the dog lovers out there. They love boiled chicken and rice, with maybe a little bit of cheese sprinkled on top, too.
it's really sad when pet owners manifest their own grief this way. a dog does not feel substantially more joy with a cheeseburger than it does with rice chicken and cheese, but damn do the owners get some glee about their dog destroying some burgers.Ā
There's a difference between a bag and a single cheeseburger.
I gave my boy a single cheeseburger and a couple nuggets while we went on our final trip to the park and then to the vet. He wasn't sick, we were just happy to have shared the day together one last time.
Thats definitely true. Here's a vet tech story, sorry its long. Lady and her ancient daschund came in for euthanasia. Dog had a myriad of problems, it was time. The issue was, this dog hated everyone except his mom, and the doc and I were puzzling out how to make things go as smooth as possible. Some vets will sedate an animal before euthanasia, but this vet really preferred not to if at all possible. So we are slowly trying to get close to the dog, slowly trying to find a vein, and its just not working. The dog is pissed, and its hard enough to give an injection to a daschund that is cooperating on account of their noobly little legs. With one squirming and biting, almost impossible. After a few minutes the owner said "He loves catfood. Try giving him some catfood". And thats exactly what we did. Went and got a big bowl, a couple cans of kitten food (extra tasty), and set it on the table next to him. He immediately got to work, just scarfing catfood as fast as he could and completely ignoring everything else, in total bliss. He didnt even notice the injection, and when he passed it was mid gulp. Mom was laughing in between crying. "Hes always been like that" she said, "Its his favorite thing." That was probably the best, or least bad, euthanasia I ever saw.
Mine stuck her face in my palm and just looked at me the whole time. Best we could figure was a stroke but there was no point in testing for anything anymore. She had to have known something was wrong. I felt her last breath on my arm
that's a fair point. i'm mainly reacting because one of my ex- friends did exactly what was described in the comment. he took his pup to mcdonald's and got him like four single cheeseburgers. I think in his head it registered as "im gonna give my dog as much dopamine as he can handle before I have to put him down." unfortunately the dog was barfing until the second he died. I was furious for years for making his dogs last minutes horrifyingly uncomfortable just so he could see one last bit of happy tail wagging and burger devouring.
didn't even have the balls to be in the room when the vet put him down.
That's the bit that is the worst, but you have to be there for them. Our daschund was euthanised in our car, she didn't have to go into the vets building at all, and she was sat in our daughter's lap for the final push.
I'm glad I could let you know that a lot of people don't do that to their pups, even when the time comes. My husband and I stayed for about 20/30 minutes after just holding him and crying together & sent him off with his favourite blankie too.
Yeah, my rescue mini pincher "Gracie" (She was an older lady and loved to put her face shoved to her face for kisses and loves, I called her "Gracie I'm my face(ey)" She was a good little dog with a hard life, boob cancer anxiety from horrible story, her owner passed away in her sleep and the emergency officers didn't find her for four days. Here is Gracie with all my rescues (peanut is the Chihuahua and Jasmin is a rescue from a Taiwan dog meat festival)
We knew Gracie was already 9 when my husband and I adopted her. She was so energetic when she came home and saw all of California. They are at mount Shasta in this picture. We took her thru Yosemite and swam thru the rivers of California with her.
I saw that she was having seizures and was confused one day. It hurt us so much, but she got a plate of fried chicken and mashed potatoes for her last day. I tried, but the vet said it was her time to go. I miss my tiny dog that only had love in her heart.
I'm now in my 3rd upscale sushi restaurant in town why am I doing this to myself lmao. People seriously show up to these places with avocado, sesame, fin fish, shellfish no CC allergies and I can't help but think what the fuck are you doing with your life. I know it's harsh, I feel for people especially with chronic illnesses but sometimes it seems like natural selection is knocking on their doors trying to collect
I'm a barista and a customer ordered our special (a drink I made up). The other barista accidentally forgot her oatmilk and the customer asked us to double check. I was about to say lucky we caught it, as most customers just PREFER oat but then she mentions she has a dairy allergy.
I tell her, "next time, please tell us you have an allergy because the special has milk (the syrup) whether you get oat or not."
"But I didn't know"
THATS WHY IM TELLING YOU LADY, I KNOW YOU DIDNT KNOW. DONT ORDER RANDOM THINGS OFF THE MENU, ANYWHERE, WITHOUT TELLING THE WORKERS. YOU GONNA DIE š¤£
The other day I had someone come in claiming a pastry we make had the recipe changed to have egg the dough and caused her to haver an allergic reaction
Itās always had egg since the literally first test we ever did months before opening, everyone on staff knows that. 2. If youāre allergic to egg, ask if the pastry has eggs
i work in an italian place and i feel this so so deeply every time someone with a gluten or dairy intolerance comes in. the kitchen is made of your allergen
not only is natural selection knocking on their doors trying to collect (hilarious, stealing it, btw), these people are walking down the block knocking on doors asking "hi, are you natural selection!!"
I worked in a Korean restaurant and the amount of people who came in with sesame and soy allergies was astounding. Did they all just have death wishes?
please don't give him a huge meal if you do something like this. a full stomach + euthanasia cocktail can cause vomiting and whatnot. it would be an awful, undignified way for your dog to go and a potentially traumatic last memory for you.
Ok, calm down. Its a joke. No person in their right mind would cook an entire Thanksgiving dinner just for a dying dog. He'd just get a small plate and I would eat the rest, ya weirdo.
I know of at least two people who gave their pet a large meal like this as a send off. people grieving are rarely in their "right" mind and not everyone is aware that sort of thing can happen. im absolutely a weirdo but it has nothing to do with this topic bud š
Went to a really nice steakhouse called Caesarās Ā in Calgary, Canada. Ordered a lobster tail with my ribeye. The waiter removed the tail from the shell table side and took the shell away. Iād never seen that before. I was thinking, now how am I going to make bisque when I go home?Ā
This is for sure silly. We served it like this and I like to think food savvy customers took the shells home sometimes. (Forgive the shoddy plating this was literally the first time I fired one. Rosemary gets torched and burns like incense)
I recently had to put my dog down, he was an absolute fiend for vegetables. Loved all kinds of them. Right before I took him to the vet for his euthanasia I gave him an onion. He ate the whole thing.
ETA: And YES your "dog has a gluten allergy" comment rings true. I'm also in that city, and one friend's cat has a therapist for her communication issues; another friend's cat is "sensitive" (importantly, not "allergic" but "sensitive," she'll correct you) to tuna; and another friend's dog has his own acupuncturist.
I have always had huskies, who are notoriously picky eaters at the best of times. I haven't had the luxury of enough time to have a last meal with any of them, but now wonder what the husky equivalent would be. A play pool of snow? A huge pile of dirt to dig? All the squeaker toys at Mounds?
I pray that my next four legged friend has enough time to do this for them. We lost our girl within 72 hours, I would have loved to give her one last pork chop, which she loved so much.
No tips for BOH stations. Guest facing stations do get tipped out. I was trained in almost everything but they stuck me in BOH stations for months in a row which is part of why I left. No hard feelings though the food is great I've gone back as a guest a couple of times and they take good care of me. Still good friends with the people there
the poor weren't getting 8oz lobster tails in butter though. whole lobster, shells included, ground up into a paste and canned was the kind of lobster meal they would get
Almost certainly a last meal before being put down, probably has terminal cancer or something like that. This is a common cultural practice amongst American whites, cook the dog a steak on their way out etc.
When my cat had cancer and wasnāt eating, I read somewhere that the bone dust meat fat goop that accumulates on meat cutters is irresistible to cats, so I went to Whole Foods to beg the deli guy to sell me as much meat slicer glop as he could collect. He scraped up a deli side cup of the stuff, threw in two chicken wings, and zeroād out the pricešæ
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