Food headache

After a hiatus of 4 months and 1 day, I'm back.

LK pointed out today that I haven't blogged for a while.

Just a month ago, I thought I was done with this whole blogging business. There was something about it that was too painful, that I needed to distance myself from.

I guess hating yourself can really fuck you up. Oh well. *Shrug* Lesson learned.

As a sign of her generosity, LK has offered to let me tell her story of inaction when I do decide to blog again. Here goes:

LK, KC, and I went had lunch today. I ordered the steamed mixed vegetable dumplings. When I bit into a dumpling, the cabbage and carrot inside were crunchy. It was like a goddamn dressing-free coleslaw party inside the dumpling.

I complained (which - surprise! - is out of character for me) and asked them to cook the dumplings some more. Which they did, but then the wrap part was overcooked. And the vegetables were only slightly less crunchy.

I complained to the waiter once again. Then the manager/owner came over and started yelling at me!

He said (numbered bullets mine):

(1) "The vegetables are raw, don't you know that?" (No, dumbass, vegetables inside dumplings are NOT supposed to be raw!)
(2) "The dumplings have been cooking for 30 minutes, so the vegetables are cooked." (You just said the veg was raw. Pick a story and STICK TO IT.)
(3) "You are being difficult." (This, after I said, "I'm not trying to be difficult." You can't use my line against me. It's like defining a word with the word itself.)
(4) "Don't tell me how to do business. I've been doing business for a long time." (This, after I said, "Other customers are looking. I guess you want them to know you scold your customers.)
(5) "You cannot go to a restaurant and refuse to pay for the food if you don't like it." (Which... don't even get me started, grrrrr.)

The whole thing was ridiculous. I asked him to lower his voice, he was ruining my appetite and my mood. And it probably would have escalated had KC not stepped in.

He explained that the dumplings were inedible, that if he (i.e. the manager/owner) wanted our repeat business, he should bring me something else, that he should leave us so we can finish our food - except the coleslaw dumplings - and pay for all the food we ordered.

And the entire time, LK just sat there. Did not say a thing.

Which was really fucking funny to me (at the time, and afterwards). But she felt awful about it. She kept promising to yell at someone for me.