Or the toilet.
Worst was the time we checked out this (trendy) restaurant in Memphis that shall be unnamed. It was our 12th [!] meal, and they knew who we were and were watching. There was not a thing I could eat mostly undercooked fish. So I put most of it in my napkin and dumped it in the ladies room toilet. I swear it got stuck. Pounds of oily fish and a napkin.
Quick: Name the restaurant.