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| - I was on a date with my daughter, dammit. Here's how it works: every other Wednesday each of us takes a daughter out to dinner. That way we get to have dinner with each of our daughters once a month. It's a great opportunity to check in -- hopefully they will open up at some point. Anyway, this time my oldest picked Indian. I was thrilled. Usually they both pick Chinese and, much as I like it, it does get tiresome.
Meanwhile, back at the review, we ordered the meat appetizer. This had a couple kinds of chicken, a meat samosa and lamb kabob. It was fine, not bad, not brilliant. My daughter got chicken tikka masala, her favorite. I tried a ginger kabob at the waiter's suggestion. These, too, were fine. No fine dining but not bad. At this point I didn't realize that they nickel and dime you so I was still oblivious as to what this mediocre food was going to cost me.
Then we went to the bathroom. We were nearly done and my daughter asked me to accompany her. That's where we saw it -- the cockroach. It was easily an inch long before you got to the antenna. To be fair it was dead. But at some point it had been alive and had had plenty of time to grow oddly large. Now I realize that I'm new to PHX and there are palmetto bugs here but I used to live in an old brownstone in the city and I know a cockroach when I see it. It was right under the empty toilet paper dispenser.
I told the waiter that the toilet paper dispenser was empty, hoping that he'd see the roach and know that I saw it. I paid the bill and left, intent on warning yelpers everywhere.
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