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Takeout Trauma

Tim and I planned a cozy night in, getting yummies from our favorite Thai place and vegging out in front of the TV. We're still doing it, but it lost some of its appeal when I went to pick up the food.

I drove all the way across town because it's usually worth the drive. At least two other Asian restaurants floated belly-up in the flood, so there aren't a lot of choices. I was greeted by some indications that perhaps there'd been a management change. The place seemed in alarming disarray. The fish tank in the front had cloudy, scummy water. There was a grubby pile of children's toys next to the cash register cabinet, along with a spilled bowl of some sort of sand usually used to hold incense.

Then I saw the child (I'm guessing the owner's child) who probably was supposed to be playing with the toys, but instead she was munching on some messy bit of food while sitting on top of a pile of menus used by the in-restaurant customers.

How many health codes would you estimate were being violated? I shudder to think. Not to mention the violations of "proper business etiquette." After I paid, but before I received my food, three other wait staff tried to make me pay again. No employees wore uniforms or anything that distinguished them from the customers. I kept watching customers getting up from their tables to hunt down servers to ask for things or remind them that they needed drinks or the check. This was all during the 20 minutes or so I had to wait to get my order, even though I called it in before I left home and it took me a good 20 minutes to get over there.

At any rate, it's a shame because they used to be fast, efficient, clean and delicious. The first three might be lacking, but I do have to admit my dish was among the best I've ever had there. I'm trying to block the questionable conditions of the restaurant out of my mind. I'm glad I never set eyes on the kitchen.

The redeeming moment of the evening came when I read the hours-of-operation sign on the front door. It was so classic, I wrote it down. Word for word.

We appreciated so much to the support of our customers. However, we have to temporally close the store at every Monday. We apologize for any inconvenience of our guests.

Forever yours, Szechuan Village

Comments

LOL. I am going to comment on this blog using the same writing technique the owners of the restaurant use:

"I appreciate so much to the story of this blog post. It made me temporally laugh out loud."

Now -- one more thing comes to mind: This is classic material for an episode of Curb Your Enthusiasm. The difference: Larry David will say something about the kid on the menus, and that will trigger a chain reaction that will cause the board of health to shut them down. And Larry's friends will all be pissed at him because he made their favorite Thai restaurant close. And of course there will be other subplots tied in, such as Richard Lewis' girlfriend's family working there and now being deported and taking their daughter with them, prompting Richard to convince Larry to do something about the situation.

Anyway...
AnneR said…
One of the greatest losses in the flood was Saigon to Bangkok, our favorite Vietnamese/Thai place. We just adored them and their food... and what seemed to be hygiene practices much better than SV! Next time the Schoon clan is in Fort Wayne (hint hint) we'll take you to our favorite Thai place here.

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