Monday, May 10, 2004
Garçon! Cleanup at Table 5.
Have you noticed that there are about 10 words that - used in random combination - account for 90% of all Chinese restaurant names? China, Little, Palace, Manor, Hunan, Szechuan, Panda, Dragon, Wok and Buffet. The restaurant nearest to our house uses two of these words in its name, and probably shares the name with several thousand other Chinese restaurants nationwide. As if that's not generic enough for you, there is a neon sign in the window advertising simply "Chinese Food". However, it's one of the few restaurants in our immediate area that doesn't also sell bait and tackle (or at least they don't admit to it if they do), so we have dinner there about once every three months. We ended up going there last Thursday night.
The previous time we were there, Sophie was still on baby food and let us feed her. At that time, she was a pretty good restaurant patron - neat, well-behaved and irresistibly cute. Now she insists on REAL FOOD, whole chunks of meat and vegetables, and vehemently rejects anything presented on the end of Mommy's fork. (Sean was sitting on other side of the table and was doing his best to ignore us, especially after my inner Beavis prompted me to make a crude remark when Sean misunderstood "plum sauce" as "fun sauce".) Allowing a toddler to feed herself Chinese food is a seriously messy endeavor, but the alternative would have involved a loud and ultimately futile battle of the wills which, frankly, the 16-month-old would have won. (The kid is tenacious!) By the time we finished with dinner, it looked like a rice bomb had been detonated at our table.
If y'all don't think that restaurant management handpicks the fortune cookies delivered to each table, let me share with you the fortunes that we received last Thursday upon the conclusion of our meal:
Sophie: Work hard and you will become more wealthy.
Me: Working hard will make you live a happy life.
Sean: You will inherit some money or a small piece of land.
Apparently, Sean was the only one of us whose mealtime conduct merited a real fortune.
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