Most alarming this week was my foray into eating in the hood. I got a chicken fried rice from the Questionable Chinese Place "Happy What-the-fuck-ever".
Many Chinese places have faded, lit signs of food that kind of resembles what you might get. At this place, one of these signs was labeled "Fride Scallops". I will try to get a pic next week... if I have the guts to go back.
Three people were waiting for food when I arrived to pick up my order, and the Chinese lady behind the nasty plexiglass literally yelled at everybody "NOT WEADY! NOT WEADY!"
I really have to remember to pack lunch. There are only iffy places to choose from, and my coworkers seem not to mind so much that these places don't have well-paid suburban health inspectors coming around at regular intervals to check whether the fry grease has been changed out in the last month, or, ever.
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