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| - I went to this place with my friend whom I hoped to catch up with. After pointing at every restaurant and choosing one we had both never gone to, we found ourselves at Bo Bo China.
I don't know if this is an unwritten rule or custom, but I figured somebody on staff would recognize two people who had no idea what was going on. With little guidance, I pushed us along and we found a seat in back on those sticky, red vinyl benches. We went towards the buffet and got one of each thing. The food was all pretty bland and there was no definitive winner of the choices, or one that was even slightly above average.
And then it happened. I glanced down at my foot and saw a cockroach about the size of my pinky crawling around my feet. Suddenly, I had lost my appetite. I didn't have the heart to tell my partner what I had just witnessed since it was my idea to go to this hut in the first place. We just conversed over tea, the one beacon of clouded hope in a desolate, unsanitary wasteland.
As we walked out, I flagged down a member of the staff, and she almost seemed surprised when we asked to pay our bill. Is this like a donation-based service? Even, if that was the case, I still wouldn't recommend it.
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