The new owners of the Good Luck Diner on Main Street are not fluent in English. They are Chinese and methinks they may even be brand new immigrants. To order our meals, I had to help the husband/cook/waiter understand Emil, who tends to speak quickly and run his words somewhat lazily together. For myself, I pointed at something in the chop suey section of the menu called "goo moo mei pau" or thereabouts, enquiring what it is. What I could comprehend of the reply was "chicken" so I thought it worth the risk, assuming it would have lots of veggies. Which it did ... mmm mmm mmm ... loads of fresh mushrooms and celery ... as you can see, I made a pretty good dint in it. The rest, including most of the chicken and the entire bowl of rice, came home for Scott.
It was so cold here today that I expected snow; however, it started to rain while we were in the café ... which warmed things up.
So.. we haven't had all that much luck with our chinese choices lately. How did you feel say couple hours after? or even the next day? Because, GOSH DARN it looks GOOD!
ReplyDeleteBeen feeling fine, Cindy ... except for the workout my back got! And it's feeling better now. And yes, the moo goo mei pan (or whatever it's called) was really tasty. I gorged as much as I possibly could.
ReplyDeleteI was trying to figure out what kind of beer Emil was drinking---the can looked familiar but I couldn't place it. I guess I got distracted by the moo goo mei pan. anyway, it finally kicked in.
ReplyDeletethe stuff you're skimmin' for work looks fascinating. great article on Nightwood theatre.
One of the reasons I enjoy my job. It helps me stay put at this computer for five hours on a gorgeous day, that's for sure.
DeleteMight just have to go give that a try....
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