Today me and the 43 others in my work group went out to lunch at the Phoenix, the dim sum place I've been to twice. I liked the dim sum, but this time I just felt ill. There was a pile of what looked like thick, clear noodles, which turned out to be jellyfish. This had the texture of greasy Gummi Worms, or maybe real worms; eventually I gave up and just let it all slither down my throat. Also some BBQ pork that, try as I might, I could not find any non-fatty bites of. A dish of shiitake (or as my coworker said, "Shit Take") mushrooms looked promising, but featured a flavorless, colorless sauce with the consistency of saliva. In the sauce the shrooms bloated like Cheerios in water.

Also, there was a stuffed chicken and I couldn't tell what was the stuffing and what was the chicken (in my mind I couldn't get any of it to be chicken). The entire thing had been deep-fried and the head sat on the platter, beak open, tongue poking, eye opaqued by the breading.

What with all of that trauma and little actual eating, I probably drank more than my fair share of wine. Even the waiter was surprised when I wanted my red and white glasses filled up.

I saw on Noise Footprint's Journal that you're not supposed to blog about what you had for lunch but think this justifies an exception.  

¶ 11:08 PM