Spring Break
I still do not in any way, shape, or form regret eating a fried-egg sandwich at the Jade Pagoda in May 2005. It was good, and I put myself on a 24-hour health watch, and I was fine. I did regret that I inadvertently infuriated a nice bartender there by way of my story about the eating of said fried-egg sandwich; we have since made our peace. Now the Jade has been closed down by the health department yet again (no terrifying-sounding “pooling of eggs” this time, rather, other violations).
I've eaten dinner at the Jade Pagoda. I'd rather eat scabs off Dick Cheney's inner thighs than repeat the experience.