Wednesday, August 1, 2007

Lad Nasty Once Again (What's Wrong With Me?)


Once again I was duped by Lad Na. This time I should’ve known better. I even said as I ordered, “Lad Na, that sounds familiar. I’ll take it.” Oh yeah, it was familiar, familiarly disgusting. As I watched the cook begin to prepare it, I had high hopes. The meat he put into the pot was nicely pink and there were veggies too, but what came out deserved to be in one of the tales of the Brothers Grimm. The meat was mysteriously gray, the broth was most like a collection of snail sludge and the noodles, well, they and the veggies were the only redeeming qualities. As I gutted the meal out, all but the meat, the cook kept looking over to either see if I was enjoying it, which I was most certainly not, or because he was thinking, “I cannot believe this dumb bastard is actually eating that.” Either way, he was looking. I raced through what I could handle, tossed my bowl in with the other dirty dishes and retreated to the nearest corner store for some ice cream to cleanse my violated palate. No more Lad Na. It gets 1 fork, which is beyond generous.

1 comment:

Dad said...

Third world meat is always a surprise. I made the mistake of ordering a mixed meat dish once, still wonder to this day what was on that plate.