Have you ever woke up with a miserable, horrific, white-hot, Miller High Life, brutal jackhammer of a skullfuck hangover? The kind that feels like a gnome playing with a blowtorch in your sinus cavity? Well, I get that from time to time. And on rare occasion, the hair-of-the-dog approach just doesn't appeal to me (particularly if said approach has been applied for the previous several days). When I find myself in this lamentable condition, I need to EAT. I don't know what it is, but I can gorge myself infinitely when I'm real hung over. The place in the photo is one of my personal favorites in the city. There's no air conditioning, the decor is godawful homely at best, but the food is cheap as hell and GREAT. The staff speaks little to no English and transactions are really awkward, but I deal because their fucking hot noodles are goddamn delicious and their steamed dumplings are so good I wanna take them behind a middle school and get them pregnant. You can eat a shitshow of food for 6 bucks and then drag your stuffed carcass across the street to the bakery where they have amazing pork buns for $0.75. Instant hangover cure. I'm offering ZERO info on where this place is because its tiny and I like being the only whitey in there. The owners racked their brains to come up with the name Chinese Restaurant, so, good luck finding it on google. Also, they make a limited amount of the steamed dumplings and they seem to show up instantly. If ever they run out before I get there, I might blow a gasket. The only thing that would make the place any better would be cheap beer to go with their heavenly grub. But then if they did that, I'd probably never leave the place.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Feed Bag
Have you ever woke up with a miserable, horrific, white-hot, Miller High Life, brutal jackhammer of a skullfuck hangover? The kind that feels like a gnome playing with a blowtorch in your sinus cavity? Well, I get that from time to time. And on rare occasion, the hair-of-the-dog approach just doesn't appeal to me (particularly if said approach has been applied for the previous several days). When I find myself in this lamentable condition, I need to EAT. I don't know what it is, but I can gorge myself infinitely when I'm real hung over. The place in the photo is one of my personal favorites in the city. There's no air conditioning, the decor is godawful homely at best, but the food is cheap as hell and GREAT. The staff speaks little to no English and transactions are really awkward, but I deal because their fucking hot noodles are goddamn delicious and their steamed dumplings are so good I wanna take them behind a middle school and get them pregnant. You can eat a shitshow of food for 6 bucks and then drag your stuffed carcass across the street to the bakery where they have amazing pork buns for $0.75. Instant hangover cure. I'm offering ZERO info on where this place is because its tiny and I like being the only whitey in there. The owners racked their brains to come up with the name Chinese Restaurant, so, good luck finding it on google. Also, they make a limited amount of the steamed dumplings and they seem to show up instantly. If ever they run out before I get there, I might blow a gasket. The only thing that would make the place any better would be cheap beer to go with their heavenly grub. But then if they did that, I'd probably never leave the place.
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