Dining Out mit Uberreiniger

This Chinese restaurant called Mandarin House hung a flyer on my door several months ago and I've been meaning to eat there ever since. Now I love Chinese restaurants like I love women: infrequently and with great commitment and care. I've already found a decent Chinese restaurant in my neighborhood, but figuring I could do better, today I set out to Mandarin house.

I have got to tell you, I have never felt so threatened walking into a restaurant my entire life. They way the employees were all lounging around the dining area, staring sullenly at me as I walked in gave me the distinct impression like I'd just walked into the den of an Asian street gang. But the cuisine wasn't bad. Not the best I've had, but the vegetables were crisp, the food was hot, and it left me satisfied for the rest of the day. Unfortunately, as I ate, the aura of subtle menace never really subsided. I don't think I'll be eating there again.

Can't I go anywhere in this town without feeling like my life's in danger?

Argh!!!

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