Before I get too far away from our memorable ski weekend, I wanted to recount one more, somewhat sour memory.
On Saturday night, we debated about what we felt like eating for dinner. After much discussion, we agreed upon Imperial Palace. For some reason, Chinese food sounded really good. Little did we know what we were getting ourselves into.
This restaurant was fairly large with many open tables, yet everyone was seated closely together at the front. When we asked for a table for two, the hostess proceeded to squeeze us in between two tables that were already occupied. It was such an tight fit that the other occupants had assumed no one would be seated there, and laid their coats out on the bench. Not so! The hostess briskly flung their coats out of the way to make room for us.
As we sat there in an uncomfortable silence, we realized everyone was feeling like their personal space had just been invaded. We immediately opted for the buffet to decrease the time we had listening to every word of our neighbors' conversations.
Ten minutes into our meal, the waitress presented us with our check and fortune cookies with no fortune inside. Instead, they were rolled up next to the cookies. Mine read, "The decayed scab should be removed, so that new flesh can freely grow. Bad habits should also be discarded, so that virtues can freely flow." Decayed scabs? Flesh? They are not the mental pictures one should have while eating Chinese food.
Twenty minutes after walking into Imperial Palace, we were walking back out the door. So much for a nice, relaxing dinner without the kids.
What a horrible experience. It sounds more like a dinner at the food court than an evening out!
ReplyDeleteThat stinks, but more importantly, did you digitally shrink Tanya, or is there some cool, big chair exhibit in the mountains?
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