I think I one day want to remake this, but it’s an iPad instead of a motorcycle and it’s a Chelsea gay guy instead of this dude.
Obviously I enjoy this place, unfortunately I have to throw some cold water on this erection of food enthusiasm. Several hours after ingesting my delightful meal, I experienced terrible diarrhea - real bad shit. I was at work and had to go to the bathroom THREE TIMES. I will not sit here on the tumblrnet and pretend there is a casual link, but now I eye the menu at this place with a suspicious stomach, to use a mixed metaphor.
Bridgid:
I’m not one to reach for a Chinese menu. My experience has been one of venous, over-large chicken chunks, Bunnicula-d broccoli, and lots of motorbike delivery jackets. I’ve ventured into soup dumplings territory and even glared as Bryan ate chicken feet in deep ChinaBrooklyn,…
