Do you feel disappointed when people invite you over to grill and they say "We're having steak!!!" and it turns out to be flat iron, or flank steak or something?

Meat is meat.

Worrying about other peoples feelings from what they served killed the Buddha .

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Bartender looks up and says “We don’t serve people who mess up the time space continuum.”

Man walks into a bar.

@Dutchess_III Lol.

No because when my friends invite me for a BBQ and say they are having steak it is always, really good steak! I am so craving shish kebab right now, steak of chicken with grilled veggies, mmmmm.

First time my daughter invited me for steak it turned out to be a flat iron steak. Where did I go wrong?

Until yesterday’s… discussions on the subject, I had forgotten almost everything of whatever I might have sometimes previously had some knowledge of, on the subject of one kind of steak versus another.

So, no, I have never been disappointed in that way.

No. I go to these things mostly for the socializing aspect. The trick to not being disappointed is to not have high expectations.

If I held everyone to my standards, I would be a very lonely man.

Not at all.

You can feel disappointment without necessarily expecting people to meet your standards.

You can feel disappointment when you and your group of friends are told by the neighbour’s kid that they are going to buy a whole bunch of fireworks, then you arrive with your group in the evening all excited and it turns out all they managed to get was a single device that unceremoniously shoots out a singular creepy plush doll with a parachute and you watch it slowly float down in silence.

No, I don’t. I usually bring dessert whenever I am invited somewhere (unless I’m specifically told they have it), and that way, I know that if worse comes to worse, there’s going to be a good dessert.

I remember when I got my first apartment I had a little dinner party. I got some cooked chicken (maybe it was from Boston Market), and I had sides, a salad, dessert, drinks. A few friends came over. My friend’s brother, who I was also friends with, opted not to come. She told me he said it was a long way to travel for Boston Market. I thought “really?” I would never think that. My attitude is more that I go for the event, the company, the good time. I really feel like the food is the least of my thoughts.

@jca Agreed. Having fun with friends is the top priority not whether you are serving lobster tails or hot dogs and potato salad.

I agree, too.

Okay…girl party sleepover at my place Friday night. My good friend is bringing breakfast fixins’ and I am making a meat loaf with roasted baby potatoes and grilled brussel sprouts. Not fancy but delicious. BYOB. Lots of pre-dinner wine drinking. LOL

I’m there!

@Dutchess_III You can bring dessert!

Hmmm…. Disappointed? For a free food? Nope. There are many hungry children out there that wouldn’t care about such thing so long as they get to eat.

@Coloma: Next time I’m in California I’m definitely coming over to visit. @Dutchess_III: I’ll pick you up on the way.

Um…I don’t do desserts so good. @jca gets the dessert. I’ll do the baked beans!

Depends on who invites me. If they were my friends then I would have no standards. Just being around them is enough.

If they were those relatives of mine who are too proud of their cooking skill and who own a restaurant, and most importantly, who I have no real feeling for, then I would be disappointed.

It’s just a matter of what I would aim at at that moment.

It is my own fault. The first time my daughter invited me over for steak I was pretty excited. Then I realized it was a flat iron steak, and I was surprised. I simply assumed that any steak anyone would grill would be a KC Strip quality, so that’s my fault.
I didn’t have steak when the kids were growing up. I don’t know why. We could have easily afforded it with the amount of food stamps we received, so I don’t know why. Maybe I was afraid I couldn’t do it justice. My DAD had to cook juicy steak! No one else could!

No, my first thought is usually “Awwwwwe, I was really looking forward to a good juicy flame grilled burger with Jalapeno Cheese and fixin’s”.

I worry more about the sides than what’s grilled. Worry is too big of a word. A lot of the time I don’t like the sides, or the sides are all fatty garbage. Appetizers can be the same problem.

I don’t care if I didn’t like the food though. If I know ahead of time I eat a little beforehand. If not, then I eat whatever is ok, and I can always eat again later at home.

Maybe because I’ve been around Latin Americans for so many years, they commonly use skirt steaks, and flank, and very thinly cut sirloin and round. I’ve never seen my MIL cook a thick “American” steak. My ex’s family (Ecuadorian) sometimes made roasts (that were delicious, I wish I knew what they did) but usually the steaks were very thin cuts that were breaded or palomilla style. I’m sure Argentinians would be an exception.

@jca Better that guy didn’t come. What an idiot. I get Boston chicken for my parties all the time. I usually make my own sides.

I’m not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. If asked to dinner and food is placed in front of me, I eat.

Well yeah. But it doesn’t mean you might not feel disappointed in the food. You may eat it. You may (and should be) gracious and thankful, but you can still feel disappointment that you would never convey to the host.

Well, sure. There might be celery in the salad that I would certainly balk at. Or maybe they are serving store bought potato salad. Or those Hawaiian rolls that are too darn sweet. Yes, there are reasons one would feel disappointed.

Alrighty then! Shall we discuss J Jello with cottage cheese in it?

BLEEEH! There’s another one!

Hostess: “This is the most amazing dessert! You must try it! I made it just for you!”
Ahhhhhh!

OMG…my 900 year old neighbor brings me her jello cottage cheese salad and I just hang onto the bowl for about 5 days after I dump it down the disposal, just long enough to give her the impression I ate all 4 servings of it. Blech is right! LOL

I would say, “no thank you,” to anything with cottage cheese.

Really?? And that was not addressed to you@JLeslie! :-)

For a person who just about eats to live, Dutch, you’re mighty particular about what gets served to you.

Not being a fan of dead mammal flesh, my potential disappointment would instead be with the other offerings.

If they said they were also serving salad and it turned out to be just lettuce with mayo, then I’d be disappointed.

If I liked the people there and the other parts of the party, then corn on the cob with meatless baked beans would more than compensate for the sorry salad.

@janbb I didn’t think it was, I just interjected my opinion on cottage cheese.

Well obviously if one was disappointed over what they considered a crappy menu or foods served they did not like, really, not any different than having to suck it up when someone gives you a gift that you hate, didn’t want or don’t need. haha
You just say ” Thank You”, smile, move on and toss it in the trash or take it to the thrift store when they leave. At least with food you can outright refuse a particular dish unlike feeling obligated to hang someones damn garden fairy “Welcome” sign on your front door. LOL

Two more thoughts: I’m just grateful to be invited to someone’s house for a meal and two, if I were home, a meal might be cheese and crackers or fruit or something paltry, so this beats that.

Yeah, I just eat to live but I get plenty. It wouldn’t kill me to skip a serving of something, or even a whole meal.

Oh, I’d eat the steak. Don’t get me wrong. It just isn’t what I expected. But I don’t expect that any more. It was just those first couple of times.

I’m more the live to eat type, haha it is rare that I would dislike much pffered at a BBQ or other food oriented gathering. Short of Okra, Sweet Potatoes, Rhubarb, Raw onions, extremely rare meats or raw Oysters I’m like Mikey….give it to Coloma, she’ll eat anything. LOL

If I invited someone to my house for a barbque and they didn’t care for a particular side dish I’d made, I would not care in the least whether they ate it or not. Just like I don’t care if the kids don’t want to eat something.

^ Me too, I not a easily offended, pushy type. i would never attempt to force food on anyone if they didn’t want it or like it.