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11.03.01
I'm craving Chinese food. We order in at least once a week from our local Chinese restaurant. Every single week. Yet every single week, we cannot remember if the Good Chinese Restaurant is China Garden or China Kitchen. One is good, and one is not so good. Both menus are by the phone, because we're afraid to throw away either in case it's the one we like.
When we guess correctly and food from the Good Chinese Restaurant arrives, we are swept away in a Beef with Broccoli or Hunan Chicken (with side order of Crab Rangoon) frenzy of joy, and forget to save the menu. Or if we do remember to save it, the Bad Chinese Restaurant tucks menus into all the screen doors in the neighborhood the next day, and we accidentally bring it inside. It mingles with the Good Menu, and all is again lost.
We have similar memory problems at the food court in the mall. We alternately refer to the Chinese takeout there as the Golden Panda, the Golden Bowl, the Panda Chicken, or the Golden Chicken.
My friend Henry notes that he and his wife also rename their Chinese restaurants.
I try to
get healthy food when I go to the Panda Bowl (next to Venezia's pizza) but
once in line, I get weak and dizzy and leave with orange chicken. Don't
tell Cherie I went there again - she calls it the Forbidden Pagoda and told
me to get something at Subway instead.
I can't count the number of times I've had good intentions but gotten weak and dizzy en route to the cash register. Or phone.
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