The shrimp was cooked perfectly, but the rest of the food was either non-existent or passable at best. But whatever, I'm not one to complain. Until you miff me.
I finish but my server becomes busy with I-don't-know-what, but I’ve gotta run. I look around for her but figure it’s ok for me to approach the register to pay since that’s not an unheard of practice in Chinese restaurants. Or am I just nuts?
Evidently, I am nuts because this flusters the hostess/owner who now has to retrieve my check. I notice the check includes pork I didn’t get and I casually comment on this. Now she has a 5-minute conversation, in Chinese, with the host/owner/husband about ME and MY CHECK. I’m sorry, but since I am not in China, this miffs me a little…
I patiently wait for them to stop speaking Chinese about MY bill and to speak to ME. Except now it has become apparent they think I am trying to get out of paying for the entire bill. Now I'm miffed AND mortified. All I really want to do now is leave, quickly and quietly. But the hostess/owner will have none of that. “Was everything ok?”
“Just lie,” I tell myself, “Say everything was fine.” But no, my miff and mort propel me to quietly comment that the stir-fry wasn't up to par. She prods.. wants more information. Really? Did I just do this to myself?
OK, fine then. “What’s with the brown sauce? And too much of it? Why weren’t the veggies crisper as they should be when actually stir-fried and not steamed by brown sauce?"
What SHOULD she have done? We all know the answer to that. But what DID she do? She asked me if this was my first visit to her restaurant. What was my answer? “Yes, first time.”
What was I THINKING? We all know the answer to that one, too: “Ya, first and LAST time, lady!”