Lorraine and I ate at a Chinese restaurant that was in a strip mall that was next to a store that was called:
Ask me how it went.
Well, we went into the restaurant, despite the signage next door, because of the menu posted in its window. Here is the free-standing version, to double entice prospective patrons who make it through the front doors:
Special No. 2 is the ketchup sauce.
Here are the very important atmospherics that help create the enveloping experience of eating something you don't commonly cook in your home kitchen:
Oh. I'm sorry. These are items likely found in a big Rubbermaid container in my home basement.
Lorraine's heart-stopping meal:
Clockwise, from bottom: Sesame chicken, egg roll, steamed rice, absolutely no idea.
We were trying to beat Lorraine's husband in uncovering really good, unsung Asian restaurants in Aurora, Colorado strip malls. (It is a somewhat narrowly defined competition, but we are competitive and particularly enjoy the odds of a very narrow playing field and really small group of contestants).
But I think we should re-jigger the contest: really bad restaurants with really bad signage, really bad food that is even worse than what-could-be-worse-than-ketchup-sauce, really bad decor, and really bad Christmas trees.
Lorraine and I win!
Ask me how it went.
Well, we went into the restaurant, despite the signage next door, because of the menu posted in its window. Here is the free-standing version, to double entice prospective patrons who make it through the front doors:
Special No. 2 is the ketchup sauce.
Here are the very important atmospherics that help create the enveloping experience of eating something you don't commonly cook in your home kitchen:
Oh. I'm sorry. These are items likely found in a big Rubbermaid container in my home basement.
Lorraine's heart-stopping meal:
Clockwise, from bottom: Sesame chicken, egg roll, steamed rice, absolutely no idea.
We were trying to beat Lorraine's husband in uncovering really good, unsung Asian restaurants in Aurora, Colorado strip malls. (It is a somewhat narrowly defined competition, but we are competitive and particularly enjoy the odds of a very narrow playing field and really small group of contestants).
But I think we should re-jigger the contest: really bad restaurants with really bad signage, really bad food that is even worse than what-could-be-worse-than-ketchup-sauce, really bad decor, and really bad Christmas trees.
Lorraine and I win!
