I’m certain that nicotine is an ingredient in all Chinese food, because I’m addicted. Whenever my wife wants to go out to eat, I think, “I hope she wants Chinese food.” It’s pretty much all I ever crave. Here in Eastern Idaho, there are few places that stand out for good Chinese food, but my wife and I have (thankfully) found a nice place called “Mandarin Chinese Restaurant”. Needless to say, we keep that place in business. We’re trying to convince them to start punch cards just because we go there so often. We probably have paid their last month’s mortgage.
Panda Express is pretty good. PF Changs is okay. However, nothing really beats the dingy, scary, dirty looking Chinese restaurants. It seems like the worse they look, the better they taste. I don’t know what half the menu means most of the time, but I know that if it has something along the lines of orange chicken, kung pao, or sweet and sour chicken, then I’m usually pretty happy. In fact, as I’m writing this, I’m thinking of how great it would be to be at a Chinese restaurant right about… now.
I know this article is extremely interesting and insightful. But come on, give me a break. I’m in the middle of writing several intense research papers and they’re absolutely killing me. In fact, the only thing that might make it all better is Chinese food.






