Several months ago our family was traveling on a Friday night, a night which is somewhat sacred to me since we usually get to go out to eat and have a margarita somewhere. We had to stop for dinner so we pulled over at a strip mall that had a Chinese restuarant in it.
Problem # 1: In walking to the restuarant we passed both a We Be Smokin' cigarette shop and a We Be Tannin' salon. Ugg. Not only are these businesses promoting an unhealthy lifestyle, but they have to rub bad grammer in your face while they are at it.
Problem #2: We then had to walk by the strip mall's dumpter area, which was overfloweth. Urp.
So, I was borderline seizing by the time we stepped into destined-to-not-please-me restuarant and reminding myself way to much of Niles from the old Frazier show. What did we step into? Bright flourescent lights, not a smile in the place (customers included), and stale looking, soggy fried brown stuff on a buffet table. Man, this was not the Friday night accomodations I had come to love.
My kids were tickled pink to eat at a Chinese buffet and laughed their faces off at me cringing at the grammer jumble of "We Be Smokin." And when I later told my mom about the experience she said she loved that restuarant-that it was one of her favorites. I am such a fragile flower. And, now I can't get the expression We Be Smokin' out of my mind.
Today Fred smoked trout for our next recipe-smoked trout sushi. What did we do today? WE BE SMOKIN'. I'm kind of getting into it.
Problem # 1: In walking to the restuarant we passed both a We Be Smokin' cigarette shop and a We Be Tannin' salon. Ugg. Not only are these businesses promoting an unhealthy lifestyle, but they have to rub bad grammer in your face while they are at it.
Problem #2: We then had to walk by the strip mall's dumpter area, which was overfloweth. Urp.
So, I was borderline seizing by the time we stepped into destined-to-not-please-me restuarant and reminding myself way to much of Niles from the old Frazier show. What did we step into? Bright flourescent lights, not a smile in the place (customers included), and stale looking, soggy fried brown stuff on a buffet table. Man, this was not the Friday night accomodations I had come to love.
My kids were tickled pink to eat at a Chinese buffet and laughed their faces off at me cringing at the grammer jumble of "We Be Smokin." And when I later told my mom about the experience she said she loved that restuarant-that it was one of her favorites. I am such a fragile flower. And, now I can't get the expression We Be Smokin' out of my mind.
Today Fred smoked trout for our next recipe-smoked trout sushi. What did we do today? WE BE SMOKIN'. I'm kind of getting into it.
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