I have always had a wonderful experience and delicious food at Changs. Tonight the wonderful food was the same but the atmosphere was horrid. Please let me make clear it was NOT the restaurant's fault. But unfortunately T. and I were placed next to a table with two men... Normal men at first glance. I first noticed them when they began their animated conversation about Wal*Mart. Who makes that their dinner conversation? But I marked them up to business men that had to find SOMETHING to talk about for the next hour during dinner. If I only knew at that point that I would be silently begging, PLEADING them to go back to that conversation. I am not sure when the dreaded conversation began but my ears (unfortunately) perked up when I heard mention from this table of a chef rubbing his male parts in some warm cheese he was about to serve his clients. I was disgusted to say the less but I decided to turn my attention back to T. and the wonton soup I was enjoying. But apparently MAN 1 was not done with his stories that he had experienced as a 16 year old (he now looked about early 40s). Luckily for all the other diners at PF Changs he refused to tell his stories in any other volume but LOUD, so there was not much option but to listen. After the male genital and warm cheese story was the sous chef having his way with the prime rib story followed closely by the chef who rubbed his butt with steak story (these stories were each repeated as least twice). Of course MAN 1 had to include the part of the story where the unsuspecting customers greatly enjoyed their dinner. I was greatly dismayed but I can't imagine the horror of his dinner partner. At least I hope his dinner partner was horrified...if not there was something terribly wrong with him as well. MAN 1 finished up his gruesome stories right as his food was being served to him which I thought was disgustingly fitting. The best part of the dinner, though, was when MAN 1 conveniently removed himself from the table right as the bill was delivered and returned 15 minutes later never to offer to help pay. Seriously...what was wrong with him? God help his children...I know he has them. He talked about them right after the disgusting food stories.
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Appalled
Let me start by saying I have been craving PF Changs ALL day. 
I have always had a wonderful experience and delicious food at Changs. Tonight the wonderful food was the same but the atmosphere was horrid. Please let me make clear it was NOT the restaurant's fault. But unfortunately T. and I were placed next to a table with two men... Normal men at first glance. I first noticed them when they began their animated conversation about Wal*Mart. Who makes that their dinner conversation? But I marked them up to business men that had to find SOMETHING to talk about for the next hour during dinner. If I only knew at that point that I would be silently begging, PLEADING them to go back to that conversation. I am not sure when the dreaded conversation began but my ears (unfortunately) perked up when I heard mention from this table of a chef rubbing his male parts in some warm cheese he was about to serve his clients. I was disgusted to say the less but I decided to turn my attention back to T. and the wonton soup I was enjoying. But apparently MAN 1 was not done with his stories that he had experienced as a 16 year old (he now looked about early 40s). Luckily for all the other diners at PF Changs he refused to tell his stories in any other volume but LOUD, so there was not much option but to listen. After the male genital and warm cheese story was the sous chef having his way with the prime rib story followed closely by the chef who rubbed his butt with steak story (these stories were each repeated as least twice). Of course MAN 1 had to include the part of the story where the unsuspecting customers greatly enjoyed their dinner. I was greatly dismayed but I can't imagine the horror of his dinner partner. At least I hope his dinner partner was horrified...if not there was something terribly wrong with him as well. MAN 1 finished up his gruesome stories right as his food was being served to him which I thought was disgustingly fitting. The best part of the dinner, though, was when MAN 1 conveniently removed himself from the table right as the bill was delivered and returned 15 minutes later never to offer to help pay. Seriously...what was wrong with him? God help his children...I know he has them. He talked about them right after the disgusting food stories.
I have always had a wonderful experience and delicious food at Changs. Tonight the wonderful food was the same but the atmosphere was horrid. Please let me make clear it was NOT the restaurant's fault. But unfortunately T. and I were placed next to a table with two men... Normal men at first glance. I first noticed them when they began their animated conversation about Wal*Mart. Who makes that their dinner conversation? But I marked them up to business men that had to find SOMETHING to talk about for the next hour during dinner. If I only knew at that point that I would be silently begging, PLEADING them to go back to that conversation. I am not sure when the dreaded conversation began but my ears (unfortunately) perked up when I heard mention from this table of a chef rubbing his male parts in some warm cheese he was about to serve his clients. I was disgusted to say the less but I decided to turn my attention back to T. and the wonton soup I was enjoying. But apparently MAN 1 was not done with his stories that he had experienced as a 16 year old (he now looked about early 40s). Luckily for all the other diners at PF Changs he refused to tell his stories in any other volume but LOUD, so there was not much option but to listen. After the male genital and warm cheese story was the sous chef having his way with the prime rib story followed closely by the chef who rubbed his butt with steak story (these stories were each repeated as least twice). Of course MAN 1 had to include the part of the story where the unsuspecting customers greatly enjoyed their dinner. I was greatly dismayed but I can't imagine the horror of his dinner partner. At least I hope his dinner partner was horrified...if not there was something terribly wrong with him as well. MAN 1 finished up his gruesome stories right as his food was being served to him which I thought was disgustingly fitting. The best part of the dinner, though, was when MAN 1 conveniently removed himself from the table right as the bill was delivered and returned 15 minutes later never to offer to help pay. Seriously...what was wrong with him? God help his children...I know he has them. He talked about them right after the disgusting food stories.
Monday, January 29, 2007
Newbie
I am a newbie to the blogging world. Can't wait. Will explain my title later, but for now it's time for bed.
Student Stupor
I ~LOVE~ my professor...he's a wonderful storyteller...wears sweaters with holes in his armpits...and cusses in class (who doesn't enjoy that)...but I couldn't help it...I had to take a quick nap. Just a tiny one. I feel like I'm 16 again sitting in Mr. English's Spanish 1 class.
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