Every Sunday I get a chicken sandwich and dinner salad, to go, from Bennigan’s.
I’ve been doing it for about two years now. I always get fat-free honey mustard salad dressing on the salad…or so I thought.
See, there was somebody new behind the bar tonight. Well, she wasn’t new—I had seen her working as a server throughout the past few years—but she wasn’t the person I usually order from.
I gave her my order and told her that I wanted the fat-free honey mustard dressing and she said: “We don’t have fat-free honey mustard dressing. Well, we haven’t had that for like a year-and-a-half.”
“That can’t be right. I’ve been ordering it every week for two years now.”
“You might have been ordering it, but you weren’t eating it. The closest thing we have to fat-free honey mustard is low-fat Italian. You want that?”
100 salads x 2 tbsp dressing/salad x 10 grams of fat/tbsp = 2,000 grams of fat I didn’t know I was eating and wouldn’t have eaten had I of known.
So can I sue Bennigan’s or what? LawSchoolBlogger