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| - Talk about the ultimate chinese torture: arriving with the crowds at 6pm with a party of 10 on one of the busiest weekends of the year: automatic 90 minute wait. Freezing outside (unnaturally so) for Phoenix, and the door opening every 3 seconds with people sqeezing in/out. Family wants to stay because of course every other place on any sort of main strip is going to be the same wait. Finally sit: waiter looks 13 and wet behind the ears, seems to be on the verge of a nervous breakdown (running frantically, cursing under his breath), stops by after 10 minutes to let us know "I will help you later, Im busy," meanwhile the kids have already eaten at Krispy Creame across the street or else they would be pissing all over the table, no room to even get out of your table except to go all the way to the back of the place since its packed so tight with people. 3 hours later, finishing up, no time or room for desert with mega-sized fried portions, escaping back out in the cold to go home and feel ill. Is this worth the 300$ bill? Is this what we call entertainment and family time? At least the orange peel chicken was excellent, but after starving that long anything would taste like fried manna.
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