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posted by August 29 at 11:25 AMon
As soon as I walked in, the waitress swiped a dirty rag over the surface and plunked a three-fourths full plastic glass of water in front of me, shoved a menu at me, and flipped open her little book. Bad sign. First, in a restaurant the size of a postcard, if the waitress canít remember what one single guest ordered, I expect that the service will likely be terrible. I wasnít disappointed. The coffee that tasted as if it had been brewed two weeks ago and left in the refrigerator, and a dose of corn syrup added to offset the horrendous aftertaste. The stringy, dry chicken, smothered in tasteless peanut sauce, covered wilted spinach drift over tacky, cold white rice. After the glare of agonizing exasperation I received upon asking for a clean glass, I nearly expected to be charged for the box.
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