Does it seem like I’m obsessed with rats? Well, maybe I am. Deal with it! Because today we’re talking about a guy who found a rat in a cake.
Uncle Joe was celebrating his 96th birthday and he wanted German apple ring cake from King Kullen, a grocery store in the Hamlet of Commack in Suffolk County. These are all places in this country, which is kind of amazing, because everything in that last sentence sounded straight out of The Wife of Bath. Right?
Anyway, Uncle Joe took one bite of the cake and said it didn’t taste right. AND HE WAS RIGHT BECAUSE THE CAKE WAS FULL OF RAT. Here is an actual quote from the news report from Dray Clark, of Eyewitness News: “We flipped [the cake] over and there seemed to be a rat’s tail.”
Uncle Joe’s family attorney says he believes the cake was “tampered with.” Good call, sir! It was tampered with BY A RAT.
When I was a kid, there was some scandal involving an “Italian” food chain that I won’t name, but when you’re there, you’re family. It was long enough ago that even googling didn’t get me any good results, but if memory serves, a bunch of chopped up rats were discovered in the bagged salad that was delivered to the stores, to be served alongside unlimited breadsticks. The thing that I remember from this was that my pal Stacy Taylor’s mom (who would serve us kids frozen waffles with one hand as a cigarette dangled from the other) was aghast because “[Italian food chain restaurant] salad is the only vegetables I can eat! I’m allergic to the rest!”
I don’t know what happened with Mrs. Taylor’s vegetable issue: I was also over there after school one day when she had a screaming fight with her husband, telling him that she was going to “move to Hollywood to find Gil Gerard and marry him,” so she had a lot of other stuff going on.
I just hope that someone got Uncle Joe his cake.