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| - Alert... Alert.... Alert.... Boowee...Boowee...Booweee.
Something has happened! Something has happened!
I have never seen any place take a dive this fast and this is coming from a man has seen The Hunt for Red October a million-zillion times.
So I was cooling out, maxin and relaxin and I thought "I am going to go and get my Aroma's on". I rolled up, check my shades and entered the establishment. The sweet and mousy waitress from my first few visits was there and I knew something was up from the moment that I walked in. She had the thousand yard stare, she looked right through me. Since my last visit she must have seen things that would ruin even the most hardened of people. McCain, that pussy, he ain't got shit on this girl. She knows pain. What could have happened? She took my order and charged my card. Then I waited, and I waited some more. Then just when I thought that I was done waiting, I waited some more. It took a full thirty minutes to get my takeout order. I would have said something. But what do you say to someone who is clearly on the edge?
My food finally comes.
I leave.
I get home.
I put on the Daily Show.
I open the container.
My chicken curry contains exactly 3 pieces of chicken.
Monkey Balls! What? It took them 30 minutes to cook 3 chicken nuggets in a Curry Sauce?
Dive! Dive! Dive!
Then I ate the little tiny pieces of meat. I realized then that they were mostly bone and not a big bone that you could actually separate the meat from. It almost seemed as if they actually cracked chicken bones up into splinters and then jammed them into the meat. It was like an Indian version of the ol' razor in the apple trick. I took a bite and chewed and right before I swallowed I felt the knife like bone get stuck in my throat. I panicked, "Oh no! Chicken bones are bad for dogs, Therefore, they must be horrible for humans!" I start to really panic. I cough, I drink, I swallow, and I jam my fingers down my throat. This is how I am going to die, watching The Daily Show and choking to death on a chicken bone.
I soon regained my composure and got over the chicken bone. I managed to choke it down, literaly. It is currently making its way through my digestive system, and I hope no update will follow.
Just then the sweats hit me. This food hit my gut and made it feel like a bunch of hippies had eaten the brown acid and then were dancing around in my stomach and on top of my soul. I truly felt horrible.
I curled up in bed and attempted to sleep on the evil that had invade my body. The good news is that I lived to write this review. The bad news is that there is a rogue chicken bone lose inside my body.
Aroma's what happened? You used to be so good. You used to make me happy on the inside. I fear you are in your death throws. I wonder what little restaurant you will become next.
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