Moo-Shoo Nightmare & Spare Rib Sorrow

Two years ago, almost to the day, I was shot down by a cook at the Mandarin. Yes, Two years ago this week, I was stricken with food poisoning at the Queensway Mandarin. In an odd coincidence, two years later, my departmental Christmas lunch is being held at that exact same Mandarin.

A lot has happened in two years. I’ve switched jobs, moved out on my own, gone through two relationships, bought a new car, and became an official member of the Colombo mystery solvers club. A lot has changed for me, but the one thing that hasn’t changed is my fear of Chinese buffets. Is it shrimp, or is it chicken? You never know because they cover it all in sauce.

I hesitantly accepted the lunch invitation, in hopes that they’d change the location. Unfortunately, I am going to have to go to the Mandarin, and take on my second worst fear. I can only think about the Mandarin debacle aftermath. The cleanest way I can describe it would be to say I was burning the candle at both ends. Think about it for a second, then get back to me.

T minus two hours and it’s the moment of reckoning. If I come back a changed man, you’ll know why. Some people have a fear of flying. I have a fear of moo-shoo chicken.

Enjoy the holidays.