Not having a (real) choice I went on and mysteriously ended up in a foodcourt in Chinatown. A foodcourt is a kind of sacred site for food addicts and hell on earth for weightwatchers: There is plenty of seating in the middle and around it are restaurants and then some more, and a few more. It is definitely practical for bigger groups as there is something for everyone – probably even for vegetarians.
As it is somehow traditional to eat fish on new years day (whyever that is no one could tell me by now) I decided to take a Seafood Chow Mein with chinese noodles. What I got standing in front of me 10 minutes later seemed like a good reason to become vegetarian: A tasty looking vegetarian soup and a plate of definitely non-vegetarian Chow Mein which looked like Stephen King himself wrote the recipe. There were tentacles, there was slime and there was a lidless eye, staring at me like it would eat back if I dare to pick up the fork! And chinese noodles.
After a minute of mourning silence for $8.50 I believed to be lost in the depth of an ocean of culinary terror I hesitantly started eating. About 10 seconds later I went through several stages of taste induced ecstasy. At the end I was full and bloated and my plate empty. Almost empty, that is. The eye was still there. I just couldn't make myself eat that. Especially as the tentacles were attached to it as I found out shortly after I started eating. I guess its now in some dark place spending long hours trying to scare other food leftovers. The slime was great.
How can something that looks so ghastly taste so amazing?
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