Today I was served two soggy pieces of wheat bread which were called "French Toast". No grand gesture this time. I sent it back.
Two still soggy pieces of wheat bread were returned. I didn't eat 'em. I TOOK 'EM HOME WITH ME.
Soon a knock at my door. The head chef, the old folks home administrator, and the president of the residents council were there and asked to see the offending breakfast.
Head chef looked at it. "I'm going to call the service man today. The griddle is hot on one side but Dave and I cannot get it over 250 degrees on the other."
Dave is either the worst cook in town and his boss is covering for him, or the griddle is really defective.
But only one case explains why a cook would serve sloppy bread and call it "French Toast." You be the judge.