Sunday, October 4, 2009
So the other day, my friend Carol and I had to pick up our artwork from a gallery during lunch. On our way back, we decided to grab a quick lunch. We wanted something fast.
We went to this Chinese restaurant that shall remain nameless. We've been there before and the food and service was good and fast. Plus they also display local artwork in the restaurant and anyone who supports the local artists gets my support.
It took us a while to get a table and a little longer to get our food ordered.
Carol ordered General Tao's Chicken. I ordered Pan fried noodles.
When our order came, nary a noodle was found on my plate. It was just a heap of veggies and meat. And something that looked like Tofu.
Well I hate tofu and sent it back. I told them that this is not what I had ordered. They came back and told me that this is exactly what I ordered.
I asked them, "where are the pan fried noodles?"
The guy told me that the tofu looking thing was actually fried noodles.
I believe they take leftover cooked noodles, put them in the pile, cut it out into rectangles and pan fry them. Then they toss stuff over it.
It was really gross. Why can't you leave a perfect dish like pan fried noodles alone? And why would you make it look like tofu?
So I am sure that out of 5 of my readers at least 3 like tofu. Well good for you. I just don't like it. OK? Bite me!
I tried to complain to Carol but she had her own woes. Instead of General Tsao's chicken, she got orange chicken. I have to admit that she was nicer about the whole thing.
She said that she was pointing at the dish so he must have got it wrong.
I told her that he was looking dreamily into my eyes so he must have been smitten with me and got all confused.
Carol said nothing.
And I decided to forgive the waiter.
After all, if he was smitten with me, he must have excellent taste. Right?