tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11640187.post111527751924396544..comments2024-01-17T01:05:25.579-09:00Comments on The Panic Blog: REMIX: Ancient Chinese SecretUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11640187.post-15276613224543177552006-11-01T05:20:00.000-09:002006-11-01T05:20:00.000-09:00Ass-ho, hmmmm, I thought those were certain lad...Ass-ho, hmmmm, I thought those were certain ladies of the night.....<br /><br />Definitely not something you'd use chopsticks for....<br /><br />=)<br /><br />All these stories make me laugh still.Jashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02038967038054133833noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11640187.post-14932244500113720782006-10-30T10:07:00.000-09:002006-10-30T10:07:00.000-09:00suddenly I don't want chinese anymore...ughsuddenly I don't want chinese anymore...ughKarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06016235174235419233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11640187.post-1115405200934700202005-05-06T10:46:00.000-08:002005-05-06T10:46:00.000-08:00just as a sidebar, i recently noticed that "I Hear...just as a sidebar, i recently noticed that "I Heart Teriyaki" has been franchised in Northern Cali. there is now the cleverly named, "I Heart Teriyaki 2" and the equally impressive "I Heart Teriyaki 3".<BR/><BR/>it's genius.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11640187.post-1115404815165624552005-05-06T10:40:00.000-08:002005-05-06T10:40:00.000-08:00another classic tale, jason. i bet that if we all...another classic tale, jason. i bet that if we all got together and did some poking around, we could come up with an entire book, nay--a SERIES of books, of Scenes From a Chinese Restaurant.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11640187.post-1115355008249378462005-05-05T20:50:00.000-08:002005-05-05T20:50:00.000-08:00Here is my brother Jason's story which turned my t...Here is my brother Jason's story which turned my thoughts to the Terri story. I'll agree that he reminded me of funny Chinese moments. Credit where due. Mea culpa.<BR/><BR/>Jason's Story: <BR/><BR/>I'm sure the family can re-count many fun and amusing stories of Asian restaurant mishaps and odd moments of displays of cultural diversity bordering on and past political correctness.<BR/><BR/>Tonight Derek and I went to the local Chinese place. We head down there when we run out of places to agree on going and just opt to cut our losses. The place is family owned, operated, and run. <BR/><BR/>The lady / owner / hostess / waitress knows us well. She knows what we like to order, and knows that the dog sits in the truck in the parking lot, staring into the window at the same table we usually sit at. She is always pleasant, always attentive, and seems very genuinely happy to see us.<BR/><BR/>Tonight we were having our normal bit of lethargy. The place was unusually packed. As we sat down, we noticed a ratty couple seated at our usual table. (sigh)<BR/><BR/>I didn't like them, I didn't want to like them, and secretly I hoped that their soup was cold.<BR/><BR/>Bad thoughts.<BR/>I need to be nicer in my thoughts.<BR/><BR/>As they were paying their bill there was some dispute about the prices and the order. The woman was vocal, the man was backing away. The lady owner etc came to discuss with her the error. An argument ensued about what was substituted for which item, and what should have been explained to the "customer", even though there was apparently no confusion, but rather the woman didn't want to pay for something she didn't order, but ate anyway.<BR/><BR/>Owner: But you ate it, and didn't say you didn't want it, and although you didn't apparently want it, you asked if it could be substituted instead of another part of your meal, to which you instead ordered and also ate.<BR/><BR/>Woman: I know, but I didn't understand that, and I shouldn't have to pay for it if I didn't order it.<BR/><BR/>The argument was cyclical, and continued, until the owner said...<BR/><BR/>Owner: ok, I'll split the cost between what you ordered and what you didn't and the substitution which you didn't want, but ordered and ate.<BR/><BR/>This seemed acceptable to the "couple".<BR/><BR/>They left.<BR/><BR/>Then, comedy happened. <BR/><BR/>Chinese woman, MAD AS HELL, yelling in what I assume was Chinese to her son and husband in the kitchen. (10 feet away, with many open windows). <BR/><BR/>Woman: ban yan bak yak ban ya<BR/>Son: yak yak yak con don yak<BR/>Husband: bah bah ya no yaw<BR/>Woman: BAN YAN BAK YAK BAN YA YA NO YE KOO FOO CHING CHOW FAK DA .......<BR/>this went on, but i can't keep making up poor facsimilie for the Chinese language...<BR/><BR/>This tirade went on for at least 10 minutes, and the males in the kitchen would interject something, which would only wind the woman up.<BR/><BR/>In her defense, she has never treated us badly.<BR/><BR/>I just hope that I never make her mad.<BR/><BR/>Oh, how I wish I understood Chinese!Erichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13147506641346769284noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11640187.post-1115353983323733902005-05-05T20:33:00.000-08:002005-05-05T20:33:00.000-08:00Hey, no fair stealing my chinese food story momen...Hey, no fair stealing my chinese food story momentum, you bastard!<BR/><BR/>At least site me some credit!<BR/><BR/>JAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11640187.post-1115334494421663172005-05-05T15:08:00.000-08:002005-05-05T15:08:00.000-08:00An excellent addition; you most certainly may con...An excellent addition; you most certainly may contribute any and all stories you wish. You have a very nice voice and I always enjoy reading your posts. <BR/><BR/>"I Heart Teriyaki" reminds me of another tiny tale. Our dispatch center swing-shift ordered frequently at a place called "Maggie's" which had an entire section of grilled food under the heading "I Heart Teriyaki." One day a coworker who I will only identify as RR, because her mother spelled Karren with twice the normal number of the letter r, recieved her teriyaki chicken and steamed rice with a big fat juicy fly hidden in the rice. <BR/><BR/>She called the restaurant to complain and the employee who answered the phone said "oh, that happens."<BR/><BR/>We never ordered from them again but I had a delightful notion that the name of the restaurant "Maggie's" referred to a cutesy nickname of the children of the flies.Erichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13147506641346769284noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11640187.post-1115331132612790162005-05-05T14:12:00.000-08:002005-05-05T14:12:00.000-08:00Favorite Chinese restaurant story (if I may):At my...Favorite Chinese restaurant story (if I may):<BR/><BR/>At my last job, we would frequently go to the Happy Palace (which was quickly renamed the Crabby Palace due to the demeanor of the hostess/server/owner). If she had spotted you going into a restaurant in the same strip mall called "I Heart Teriyaki" you would be snubbed and forced to wait for minutes before she would take your order. (NOTE: Minutes are crucial at lunch time).<BR/><BR/>THEN, when the food was brought to the table you had to immediately raise your hand to claim the dish (esp. if it was a table of 5 or more). If you FAILED to say, "that's mine!" with a quickness, she would bring the food back to the kitchen. You would then have to humbly beg at a later time (after everyone else had eaten about half of their lunch) for your food.<BR/><BR/>I just loved that place.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com