A while back, I was out to eat with my Dad and brother at a pretty nice local restaurant in town. They had recently hired a new head chef who was good friends with my brother, so we wanted to go out and give it a try. We had a great meal, and then moved to the bar area where we had a few drinks and talked to the bartender, who was another friend. There were a couple of other people in the bar area, but I didn't know them. I was a little tipsy (surprise), so I kept going on and on about how wonderful the meal was, how it was leaps and bounds above the food that was served under the previous chef, so on and so forth. All of a sudden, I hear pissed off stomping behind me, and turn to see an older man storming out of the restaurant. Turns out he was the previous chef, and I think he may have been related to the owner somehow, who may family knows pretty well. Whoops. I apologized to the bartender, but I still felt kind of bad, even if what I had been saying was true. Focus Share your stories of suffering from foot-in-mouth syndrome.