I know his is supposed to be family blog and all, but I swear to f*ing god that I am never, ever eating at another Chinese restaurant. Ever. At the end of the third week of our dining experiment, I’m frankly ready to be taken out so that I’ll never have to eat another meal again.
The Process:
My dining companions today, Cougar and Lily White, readily agreed on KT Noodle house as the favored choice. Sure, KFC ran a good race, but in a field of two, there has to be one who finishes last. Cougar has been a long time proponent of KT, particularly in winter when the days are long, wet and cold and a bowl of wonton soup is just what the doctor ordered. However, in the middle of spring, the doctor seems to have taken a long anticipated vacation along with the Chinese chef. With enthusiasm waning among the diners, we needed something tasty to keep us going. KT, with its proven track record, seemed a sure thing.
The Chow:
Like Tony Soprano betting on the ponies, we put it all on the Kung Pow Chicken. And like that food lovin’ mob boss, we lost, big time. Fortunately, a loss like this has one reaching only for the Pepto, not a pistol or pile of cash. Upon opening the container, I was nearly blinded by the glare, just like Ralph Meeker in that 50’s atomic noir drama, Kiss Me Deadly. This was the palest, most anemic looking Kung Pow chicken I had ever seen. I suppose when you boil the meat, vegetables and rice that things are bound to come out, well, white. The taste was hot, both in terms of temperature and spiciness. Nothing more: no subtlety, no grossness. The vegetables were, to their credit, crunchy, but flavorless. I speak only for myself in saying that I was wasteful with the food today, throwing out most of what was in my Styrofoam container. I’m burning in hell for a long time, I know. At least I’ll be surrounded by friends.
The Wrap:
Lily White said it best: “I would have thrown it away after a single bite, but I was starving.”
The Rating: 1.75 out of 5.
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