FINE DINING — by Steve Nadis
My wife and I met some friends at an upscale ethnic restaurant last night to celebrate two birthdays. It’s a very elegant establishment, with great atmosphere and convivial surroundings for conversation. And the food, moreover, was delicious. But by the end of the meal, both my wife and I felt sick to our stomachs; she wasn’t sure she could make it home on her bike (about two miles) owing to the fact that she thought she might die before we got there. But she did make it and gradually felt better; my general queasiness subsided as well. Taking stock of the experience, I said: “It’s a great restaurant. You just can’t eat the food.”
Posted by
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05:20:33
You and I must have been eating at the same restaurant. Two days in the bathroom have convinced me that there is a reason everyone fled that nation and is now living in Miami. The food will kill you!
We were at a different “ethnic” restaurant but the result, evidently, was the same. Sorry you had to experience that, OR. –Snake
Ahhh sooo! Yoo ha berry berry poopy tummy
beecas you not eat enuf Ries! Loosa rieess!
Wha yoo mea MSG be ba fo yoo?
no No NO. Yoo eat too fas…Way too fas!
Yankee wanna forchun cooky? -Sang Chi