There's something about getting noodles at a restaurant. For example, it's hard to make good Pad Thai at home without the right stuff, so I bring business to my friendly neighborhood Thai restaurant. I've tried making garlic, oil, ricotta and broccoli rabe pasta, which was a dismal failure. So I'd probably go to Edo's Squid or Bacchus instead. After I tried chow mein, I became obsessed with the texture of the noodles and the pieces of cooked yet crisp cabbage. Told myself I'd get some tonight if I finished cleaning the kitchen and bathroom. Scrubbed like a hyperactive squirrel.
Imagine my disappointment when I got a carton full of onions and bamboo shoots. I also got a packet of the crispy noodles included with hot and sour soup and a small carton of rice. (I guess in case I actually meant to order chop suey.) In moderation, it was all delicious with the shrimp, beef, and chicken. But there are only so many onions one can eat without getting sick of them. So sad.
What really sucks is that this is arguably one of the most authentic Chinese restaurants in the area. I've heard that one can ask for the real noodles, but I think I'm afraid they'd either misunderstand me or laugh in my face.
Hey, at least I have a clean bathroom. (The kitchen I tend to take for granted - it's the first thing I start cleaning, since I have a routine down pat.)
As much as I love food, I never have and never will be a skinny person. Physically fit, sure. But never skinny.
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