Chinese Food Fiasco

I introduced Lea to Furama's dimsum this afternoon. She seemed to enjoy the choices of food, and said she would bring Ron, her husband to try this place out. She was really enthusiastic about trying out different kinds of dimsum. Her only complaint was that she wanted some vegetables. Since we went on a Saturday, there were less choices of dimsum that were being passed out. On Sundays, Furama also has Chinese broccoli in their carts. Lea had mentioned that every time she orders Chinese broccoli dishes from Chinese restaurants, she'd always get the American broccoli. She'd always get disappointed for she really wanted those Chinese broccoli. So this time, we asked the waiter if he could bring us some Chinese broccoli. Lea explained that she wanted the Chinese broccoli and not the American broccoli. He asked us how we wanted it. Stir fry or something else. Lea and I both could barely understand the waiter; and he seemed annoyed at us, too. Before he left, we asked him again if he knew what we were talking about. I mentioned something about the broccoli looking like leaves and not trees. When the waiter brought the vegetable dish, lea and I both stared at it, and thought that it looked different. But we both agreed that it may be because it was stir-fried. As I was eating it I told Lea, this tastes like peapod leaves, but she didn't seem to care. She didn't know what peapod leaves were. After we filled our stomachs to our content, we asked for the bill. Much to our surprise, this Chinese broccoli cost us $11.00. Lea asked why it cost that much. The waiter said because it was peapod leaves. "What? We didn't ask for peapod leaves. We asked for Chinese broccoli" I asked Lea not to complain anymore. But Lea being the determined person that I know, insisted that the waiter made a mistake. So the waiter adjusted the price and we paid for the bill and left.

The last time I was at Furama's, I went with Notch and her friends. Vince could not come, but asked me to get him his favorite. I got the name wrong so the waiter brought me something else, when I tried to complain, all the waiters including the manager went to our table. I still ended up paying for the wrong dish. I swear the waiters must have remembered me. And now after this second fiasco, how will I ever be able to show my face to these people again? I guess it's time to look for another dimsum place. :)

Absence makes the heart grow fonder

Vince went to Arizona last Tuesday for a Rehab Medicine convention. He won't be back till Sunday. It's been only two days, but I miss him already. Before I moved here to Chicago to be with Vince, our relationship had been a crazy, long-distance thing. We visited each other once in a while, but those visits were not enough. Thank God for technology, for without it, I don't think we'd have lasted together for four years. Late night phone calls, emails and AOL instant messages kept us close. For about a year and a half now, I have gotten used to living with him in the same city, seeing him everyday, eating dinner with him. I have learned more about him in this short span of time: his quirks, his Star Wars and Star Trek movie collections, his love for Hong Kong movies, his moods(yes he has moods.) Sure there were times when some of his habits annoyed me, but the more I learned about him, the more I grew in love with him. Now that we are once again separated by distance, I appreciate the times we've spent together even more. I can't wait for Sunday to come so I can give him a big hug.