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| - Peking Garden is a delightful locale, and definitely one to visit as an ironic hipster in graduate school. The decorations are garish, the food is 'authentic' in that way that Chinese food is translated for Middle America.
I found myself @ Peking Garden celebrating a friends' completion of his prelims. Nate decided that he was going to have a Mai Tai, and it came in a disturbing Fu-Manchu mug complete with exaggerated Asian features. I was horrified and delighted simultaneously.
But not as delighted as when my friend Emily and I orderd the "Hawaii + Love Bowl," a gigantic bowl of alcohol filled with cherries and anchored in the center by a small well of rum--SET ON FIRE.
Hells yes. Because nothing says, "I've just moved to a small Midwest college town" like "Let's consume the flaming jungle juice of the gods, ladies and gentlemen!"
The food was good, although I found my shrimp fried rice as boring as it sounds. That was my fault for ordering it, not theirs for making it. I sampled everyone else's dishes however, and they were quite tasty. And when my uppity friend Myra bellowed that she didn't like our fortunes, they gave us brand new fortune cookies. Except the second time--my fortune was blank. Please Jesus, tell me that doesn't mean I'm going to die from drinking the "Hawaii + Love Bowl."
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