And now for something really important

The quest for chinese food.

First off lets get real and admit that what passes for chinese food in the states is in reality what NYC invented some 100 odd years back, and bears little resemblance to daily the bread in the yellow peril ville.

But I became addicted. No where else in the world can Americanized chinese food be found, and even though the Midwest is barely part of the world I did live there for a time and while it wasn't as bad as, say, Borneo, it was close. Sioux City, Iowa had several chinese restaurants, each worse than the other depending upon the vagaries of random chance, so it had been a while since last imbibing the "real" thing before our move to Florida.

Florida. Nothing close to a real winter as most folks know it, gun friendly with beaches galore and of course The Hogtown Irregulars.

And chinese food. Genuine Americanized chinese food. I found a local joint that was the next best thing to NY chink and was for a time sated to the 9's. Ever eaten in china? Okay so you walk into the restaurant and get handed a check. Take it to the table with you then summon one or many of the roaming staff schelpping their fare, and if you want what's on their pushcart they then hand it over and stamp your check. If you are Caucasian it'll cost more, so be sure to bring a local with you even if they're just sipping tea because round-eyes get the shaft at the cash register each and every go-round.

Yesterday, Lisa and I stopped by the local joint, said "The usual" to the little gal at the register, took a seat to pass the next 10 minutes by then off to home we flew.

Great day in the morning but it sucked. The General Tso chicken was over-cooked and not nearly as spicey as my taste buds demand, the egg rolls were super greasy and sans flavoring, the egg drop soup had this weird aftertaste, and the complimentary hard noodles seemed to be made of compressed newspaper. May even have been the NY Times good Lord but it was that bad.

Just like that. From terrific to downright terrible. I'll have a kindly word or two with management the next time we go, because there simply must be a next time in order to determine if we ventured in on nothing more than a really bad day. If not, then it's horror of horror's as I traipse about seeking another restaurant, and I hate when that happens. EVERY American town should have at least 1 decent Italian, and chinese eatery...this is after all how true civilization is measured...and if ours does not then it will be time to move on. Of this I am most serious. We came here for the guns and the suns and the food, and since we remain footloose and fancy free (this means no kids), it's up and at 'em whenever we damned well please.

California before the hippies ruined the entire state, Texas before the beaners caused Texans to surrender rights they are just now getting back, New Mexico before it began bragging about cultural diversity as if ANYTIME throughout history that was not a BAD thing, where the hell else is there that remains a land of the free and home of the brave. Georgia has ridiculous gun laws, and anything farther north means winter again and I don't do winter any more.

All this because the Happy Famiry began serving up swill.