Jordan Collier: “How is the Mongolian chicken?”
Person Taking Order: “It’s a lot like the Mongolian beef…but chicken”
Mike had 2 overarching points about Mandarin Chef:
1) “I’m thankful I went to Mongolian BBQ the day before, because I had leftovers at home.”
2) “I was not aware that the whole menu was actually a kids menu.”
In a disappointed and pissed-off tone, Mike relayed his eating experience to me. He had little good to speak of. Mike liked the fact that he and his eating partner Jordan were the only ones in there. They also liked the mirrors. That’s it.
Now for everything else:
The guys sat down in the empty dining area, carousing the menu for a delicious meal to partake in. (At this point the guys are unaware that the meal portions are barely able to sustain even the smallest life form.) In a break of precedence, the cook came out from the back to take their order. Mike placed his order and Jordan’s was taken right after, by the chef. Then out of nowhere, someone comes and pushes the chef away from the table in a blur of color and confusion. The chef retreated to his home in the back, and a lady took his spot besides the table. As if the chef never existed, the lady goes ahead and asks both guys for their order…again. Both of them looked at each other and then to the new person beside them, and repeated the order they just placed. Weird.
Food tasted fine but there were way too many water chestnuts and not enough chicken. Also, the portions were way, WAY too small. Mike said, “Someone could have told me I didn’t just eat lunch and I would have believed them.”
Taste: 7
Value: 2.5
Intangibles: 6 (because he liked how the lady pushed the chef out of the way)
Total Score: 15.5 out of 30
Thursday, November 6, 2008
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