Friday, June 24, 2005
I have a new project. When I tell you about it you will doubtless throw up your hands in horror and say, "Well that's not going to help your weight loss campaign one little bit." I've decided it is my duty to support local businesses by trying out all the eateries within easy walking distance of the house. Good plan, eh?
How did this come about? Jim is currently working full time escorting groups of overseas airforce cadets on shopping tours around the city on the pretext of teaching them some English. As you can imagine this is quite an energetic task. In an effort to be supportive and share the household chores that normally fall to him I (foolishly) volunteered to prepare dinner on Mondays and Thursdays. I begged for a microwave but Jim claims there is no space for one in the kitchen. I reckon it's just a matter of priorities and if he'd just shift that hulking great cooker to the shed there would be plenty of room. My fallback position is to eat out on Thursdays. Hence the project.
Our first Thursday out was to the Chinese restaurant on the corner. We've eyed the place suspiciously for years, convinced it was a front for the Mafia or CIA. There are no windows and you never see anyone going in or out. We pushed open the heavy front door with trepidation and stepped back 20 years. Did you ever catch a B movie on late night TV that was so awful you couldn't stop watching? Well that's what this was like. The experience was so excruciating and the food so dire that you couldn't help but sit back and laugh, at least once the nausea had passed. I'm hoping for somewhere a little more up-market next week.
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How did this come about? Jim is currently working full time escorting groups of overseas airforce cadets on shopping tours around the city on the pretext of teaching them some English. As you can imagine this is quite an energetic task. In an effort to be supportive and share the household chores that normally fall to him I (foolishly) volunteered to prepare dinner on Mondays and Thursdays. I begged for a microwave but Jim claims there is no space for one in the kitchen. I reckon it's just a matter of priorities and if he'd just shift that hulking great cooker to the shed there would be plenty of room. My fallback position is to eat out on Thursdays. Hence the project.
Our first Thursday out was to the Chinese restaurant on the corner. We've eyed the place suspiciously for years, convinced it was a front for the Mafia or CIA. There are no windows and you never see anyone going in or out. We pushed open the heavy front door with trepidation and stepped back 20 years. Did you ever catch a B movie on late night TV that was so awful you couldn't stop watching? Well that's what this was like. The experience was so excruciating and the food so dire that you couldn't help but sit back and laugh, at least once the nausea had passed. I'm hoping for somewhere a little more up-market next week.
