I seriously don’t see why they need to give you so much food at Chinese restaurants. Is one person supposed to be able to eat all that General Tso’s chicken? Not to mention the “free” Crab Rangoons that I DIDN’T EVEN ASK FOR. Those things aren’t even good. Where’s the crab? There’s hardly any crab in them. I put “free” in quotes because I was seriously burdened by those little fried triangles. They weren’t free at all.
They guilt you into eating all the food. They give it to you, all smiles, and you know that if they knew that you weren’t eating it all, they’d get really sad. I just couldn’t bear the thought, so I ate the whole thing. All the General Tso’s chicken. You know, it stops even tasting like food after certain point. All you can focus on is chewing and swallowing. Chewing… and swallowing. Over and over until your world is nothing but little bits of fried chicken with some sort of syrupy red goop slathered all over the place.
Oh man. Nikola Mirotic’s expression in the thumbnail is a good representation of how I feel right now.