One tweezer extraction later, I reassembled everything, held my breath, and hit “start.” The dishwasher drained with a whoosh that was more satisfying than any sports victory.
It started subtly. A small puddle of murky water at the bottom of the tub after a full cycle. I’d wipe it up with a paper towel and think, “It’s probably nothing.” Then the dishes started coming out gritty. Glasses that should have sparkled looked like they’d been rinsed in a mud puddle. The final straw? A putrid, sulfurous smell that made me open the dishwasher and immediately gag. clogged dishwasher
★★☆☆☆ (two stars, because when it works, it’s great—but the maintenance is a beast) One tweezer extraction later, I reassembled everything, held
After removing the kickplate, the wiring harness, and three rusted screws that required a trip to the hardware store, I found the culprit: a shard of glass had lodged itself in the pump’s impeller. Not a big piece. Just a tiny triangle of broken wine glass. But it was enough to stop the impeller from spinning, which meant water never got pushed out. I’d wipe it up with a paper towel
I disconnected the drain hose from under the sink. Let me tell you—having a gallon of rancid, food-flecked water dump into a bucket is a character-building experience. The hose itself was clear, so the problem was deeper. That meant the .