If it is ANY consolation, the Chinese food was WORSE than I expected. It was the place I feared, the place I have driven past and every time I have said, "I will eat there under the pain of death."
I keep forgetting, he is a child. He does not understand the Douglas. When we entered, it took ALL my momness to sort of pretend ANY of it was okay. I finally said, "Kid... I love you. I am older than you, and trust me, that means I have been WRONG MANY more times than you. But, I am NOT wrong about this."
Oh we ate it. We both visitied the bathroom shortly afterward and I just pray it was the grease. LOL. Not something worse.
Although there could be nothing more ironic than a pizza luncheon where none of the participants are actually PRESENT because if we get trembly sick, I will have to have it delivered.
I don't think that will happen and the lady inside was super depressing too. She kept going on about how it was a dying town and I kept wanting to say, "You need to keep up with your cuisine if you want customers."
Anna