A favorite family story is my parents, when they were still dating, went to a family owned Chinese restaurant and ordered food. My mom did not know there were shrimp in the eggrolls and she does not like seafood. She attempted to politely decline them. The chef came out and brandished a cleaver and yelled “You order you eat!” And slammed it into the table. My dad assured her he would eat them.
I feel like soup reviewing is a trap. It’s not just lovely soup all the time. The lows can go real low.
I don’t think they are forcing you to eat the whole bowl.
Sometimes one mouthful is enough
That’s… that’s what she said?
She tried, but I couldn’t understand her.
A favorite family story is my parents, when they were still dating, went to a family owned Chinese restaurant and ordered food. My mom did not know there were shrimp in the eggrolls and she does not like seafood. She attempted to politely decline them. The chef came out and brandished a cleaver and yelled “You order you eat!” And slammed it into the table. My dad assured her he would eat them.
We went there a lot growing up. Great food.
That seems… inappropriate?
Ooh that’s a cool “wish granted with twist.”
Review soups made by toddlers in young-chef school where they spit in it for taste and all.
Seer who prohesizes your doom during witch-hunt period.
Solve very petty and boring crimes in an old english village like “someone stole my sweetroll”
Commit truly evil crimes in an old village like kicking the local cats.