Most of which was spent bug - eyed and spazzed out , in my fear of not letting on , and in generalized disappointment that the pork chop was not knocking my socks off after it was pointed out that I was hardly touching it . I was banking it looked like the scotch hit me wonky ( it did not , I promise ; I was compelled to order an Oban which became a calming dessert ) . Every time the roach tried to climb up onto our table -- AND HE WAS A CONSISTENT MOFO -- I 'd send a sacrificial spoon or a butter knife flailing towards the wall to knock him back .
According to the above context, answer the following question.
Why did the pork chop disappoint them so much ?


Because they thought it was going to taste good .