Sep 27 2001
Lunch from Hell
So we all had to go out to lunch together at work. I hate enforced socializing with work people, especially when they make it sound like it’s a big treat and we all know it’s not. The Big Boss was in town and it was his genius idea to have the lunch. You may remember his earlier appearance in my blog. I can assure you that he still only has one topic of conversation (Himself, and I do mean with a capital H), and is still a visible Nicorette addict.
He also managed to find a bad Chinese restaurant in a city famous for its Chinatown. Chinese food is not among my favorites — I don’t hate it, but if I could never eat it again for the rest of my life, I wouldn’t care, either — but this was really bad. The menu was scary and perhaps this is what real, authentic Chinese food is, because it featured lots of tripe, chicken feet, and pigs’ feet. I’m just too damn white to eat any kind of feet. That is desperation food, if you ask me. So I got “seasonal vegetables and rice”, which turned out to be strange wilted green things in a pallid, yellowish sauce over rice. The rice was OK and there were some nice bits of ginger, but otherwise, it was REALLY GROSS. I think I have now been too traumatized to eat Chinese food again for several months, and possibly years.
Possibly due to this food trauma, I shopped like a junkie on the way home. Does that ever happen to you? You’re at the checkout unloading your basket and you suddenly realize what a very strange assortment of food you have collected. While I did get reasonable things like earth-friendly laundry soap and sugar-free jam, I also got: cashews; gingerbread; gorgeous gourmet cheese straws; positively ancient Cheddar; and dark chocolate coconut candies. And no, it’s not PMS or M related, it just happened, as Forrest Gump would say, for no particular reason.
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