pf chang'sdurham, north carolina
people dont ever give restaurants enough credit.
a good restaurant is expected to do alot of things, and a lot of important things and events happen at restaurants and no one ever gives them props for handling all that pressure.
no one but the most professional of peoplewatchers could possibly realize how important restaurants are. they give us the most basic of sustenance. they give us shelter from the elements for the two hours it takes us to consume that sustenance.
in other words, they hold the fabric of society together.
think about it. while we sat under low warm lighting surrounded by fake stone statues of samurai that arent even chinese or bistro, a million and one things were going on around us. and she didnt even realize it.
make ups and break ups. business deals and shady business. a lot of home cookin' and a whole lot of hey baby what chu got cookin'. but not a whole lotta shakin' going on.
she had the tofu cuz she doesnt eat meat. i had the sweet and sour chicken cuz im usually sweet but when im sour it usually means im being a chicken of some sort. scared like a hen or being loud and obnoxious like a rooster.
it was really cold inside, which i prefer in restaurants, but i also preferred cuz it was 80 outside. not 80 and sunny, mind you, but 80 and humid and overcast. clouds threatening to ruin the party of the beautiful endless summer.
our waiter was marcus and he was very good at making the special sauce. the special sauce at changs is kinda spicy sweet and sour all at the same time. its great cuz its not thousand island salad dressing like the special sauce in a big mac, and its not like the other kind of special sauce that you make pearl necklaces out of.
paris likes the special sauce very much. at dinner, she downed spoonfuls of it until our food came out.
back on the couch, she marveled at how jimmy fallon can claim hes not gay, and how with a full head of hair, hilary swank is actually kinda hot, and how jon heder really wasnt acting in napolean dymanite. it was all in the hair.
gosh, idiot.
and then we watched the game and ate greasy buffalo wings and nachos and chips. and by that i mean we watched britney and kevin green o vision. how fun.
spurs in 7. manu wins mvp. you heard it hear first, america.
kurt loder out.