I guess I don't really remember worst experiences in restaurants. My wife laughs when I start reminiscing about some meal I had fifty years ago.
I was visiting my sister in Maine, and we spent the day exploring Pemaquid Light. In the evening, we went to a nearby restaurant and I ordered a bucket of "steamers" (steamed clams), along with scallops sauteed in honey and bread crumbs. Certainly a meal to remember for 50 years. Why waste my time remembering the bad meals?

-Joe-