We ordered a salad, but there were tiny black specks in the food – we went straight to the hospital

What was supposed to be a calm, enjoyable dinner turned into something that still makes my stomach twist when I think about it. It began as nothing more than a casual evening out, the kind of night you plan when you want to relax, talk, and enjoy good food. None of us could have imagined that a simple salad would become a memory that changed the way we look at restaurants and even food itself. This is not just a story about a ruined meal. It is a warning.

My friend and I had chosen a cozy restaurant in the city center. The lights were soft, the music low, and the place smelled of fresh herbs and warm bread. It felt safe and comfortable, exactly the kind of setting where you expect a peaceful evening. She ordered a salad with avocado and quinoa. It arrived looking beautiful, colorful, and fresh. Everything seemed perfect until she suddenly froze, her fork stopping halfway between the plate and her mouth.

She looked at me with wide eyes and quietly said, Do you see that. I followed her gaze to the surface of the salad. Scattered across the greens were tiny black specks. At first, we laughed and assumed they were chia seeds or some new garnish. We even joked about how trendy the presentation looked. Then she leaned closer. Her smile disappeared.

These are not seeds, she whispered. Look again.

I bent forward, and that is when my chest tightened. The specks were moving. Slowly, almost invisibly, but unmistakably moving. The table felt suddenly cold, the room too loud, the smell of food overwhelming. What we had thought were harmless seeds were tiny translucent spheres with dark centers. Eggs. Some kind of insect eggs, sitting right on the salad we had already started eating.

Shock hit first. Then panic. Then screaming. Other guests turned to stare as I waved the waiter over, my hands shaking. He tried to explain something about ingredients and preparation, but the words barely reached us. All we could think about was what we might have already swallowed. My friend felt dizzy, her face pale, her stomach turning.

We left the restaurant immediately and went straight to the hospital. Doctors examined us, ran tests, and gave us medication just in case. They told us to watch for symptoms over the next few days. No one could say for certain what kind of insect the eggs came from, and that uncertainty was the worst part. Every itch, every stomach cramp made us anxious.

Of course, we filed a complaint with the restaurant. They blamed a supplier and called it a technical error. But after something like that, explanations do not matter. The trust is broken. Food is not supposed to make you afraid. Ever since that night, I inspect every plate that comes in front of me. And every time I see chia seeds, my mind goes right back to that table, that salad, and those moving specks.

Please be careful. Look closely. Sometimes the most ordinary moments can hide the most disturbing surprises.