Brentwood Craphole

My dad, who hates Chinese food, has been pestering me for a couple months to accompany him to this ramshackle hut behind the Heritage Cleaners on Franklin Rd that happens to serve Chinese food. Sorta. The lady that runs it has quite the underbite. Her skirt hem was uneven and her blouse only half-tucked-in and, wow, the hair, oh the weird spiky-with-bald-spots hair and she says things like, "sitdownstudythemenudon'tthinkaboutanythingrelax." And to a couple who walked in right after we did, she said, "ohlookatthelovebirdshowromanticsitdownstudythemenurelax." The couple was followed by a wad of assorted boring white guys. They had apparently been there before. They said, "Can we sit down and study the menu? How about we sit down and study the menu?" She said, "sitdownhereatthisothertablebehindthelovebirdsandstudythemenuyesstudythemenu."

I think she is an alien.

My Spicy Bean Curd tasted a lot like barnyard.