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Today on my way home, I thought about going home and cooking. Just the thought of going home to a hot apartment and making it hotter,
just made me sick. I passed a Chinese restaurant and thought “why don’t I have Chinese food“? I’ve not had Chinese food in a long time. Every time I take out Chinese, they do something to my food, so I no longer spend my money buying Chinese. This Chinese restaurant is new, so I thought “maybe they don’t know about me”.
I walked into the restaurant and it was very clean and stylish. I ordered the Beef Broccoli with steam rice, and waited for my order. I got my order and left. As I walked, I noticed that the liquid was leaking out of my styrofoam box. I stopped, opened the plastic bag and looked to see what the problem was. Well, again, the Chinese were at their game. They made two slits on the top of the cover and two slits at the bottom, so, of course, the liquid was escaping.
I was very tired from the hot Nevada sun and the thought of returning to the Chinese restaurant did not make me happy. I thought of just letting it go, but then I got angry. Angry that I have to put up with the bulls–t all the time. The anger gave me enough energy to walk back to the restaurant.
I walked into the restaurant and just put the package on the counter. I did not say anything to the people. I opened it and pointed to all the liquid coming out of the bag. The liquid went on the counter, on the floor, and some of it went on one of the servers, which made me happy. I didn’t say anything because if I’d said something it would’ve been really nasty. They made a big fuss and acted as if they’d done nothing.
The repackaged my food and I walked out.
I got home, and again, they did the dirty deed. I opened the box and absolutely no liquid in the meat, and they’d made two small slits on the top of the box, and whatever liquid they’d left, seeped out.
I sat down served myself some broccoli and white steam rice. The meat was very tough and the broccoli florets were extremely small and yellow looking. I swear to you, the meat makes me think they gave me horse meat. It is so tough and the pieces so big that I just lost my appetite. I ate three tablespoons of the broccoli and rice and couldn’t eat the awful food.
I put the broccoli and rice back into their boxes ,and I’m thinking of returning the awful food back to the restaurant tomorrow. Why should I pay so much money for such terrible food?
If you’re ever in Las Vegas, stay away from Jugoo Chinese Restaurant. If you’re a target, I’m sure your food will be awful. The place is on 4747 Maryland Parkway, right next to the University of Nevada Las Vegas.
I know how to get even. Ah, that feels good. Bastards! No more Chinese for me. Fuck them all!
And don’t anyone write me and tell me I’m racist, because I won’t respond. I stand(or sit) by what I wrote.
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