the special ingredient is... death!
how far would you go for a cheap meal?
well, in my case, i suppose that answer would be 222 spadina ave, just south of dundas... last night, dave, brandon, and i went to eat at the dragon city centre food court (against my will, might i add). and yes, i am quite aware that this is the same food court that was closed down last year due to various health code violations, such as rats and other contagion. ames had enough sense to bail on us once she realised that dave's obsession with the ghetto food court would continue unabated, but i was foolhardy enough to remain with the guys. so despite my protests that we'd end up with salmonella, we ended up in the most ghetto food court that you'd have ever seen - seriously, half the kiosks were closed down, the lights were off (no doubt for energy efficiency), and there was only a smattering of people actually eating there. how i wish that i'd brought my camera so you could all see the sad, sorry sight. once we arrived (and, you know, stopped laughing), the guys were immediately drawn to this one stand that had these proud words emblazoned across a banner "pick any 4 items for $3.50" - from those words alone, they were sold. nevermind that everybody else in the food court was avoiding this one establishment, they stepped right up to the counter, and there was suddenly a flurry of activity behind it as the little chinese ladies served them their food ("you sir... what else you want?"). i was still hovering a step or two behind them and rather appalled that they were actually going through with it, when one of the ladies turns to me and says "ok, lady? how about you? noodles or rice?"
i was later told by dave that, despite my valiant efforts to smile and be polite, they thinly veiled the look of unadulterated fear on my face.
anyway, i tried to choose the safest items on the menu - in other words, i tried to stay away from the meats of unknown origin - and, i swear, the whole encounter for all three of us combined ( the ordering, paying and receipt of food) took less than 2 minutes total. so how was the food, you ask? the noodles were bland, the sweet and sour pork had bones in it, the fried chicken (oh chicken therapy, why did you forsake me?) was dry but ok, and there was a marked lack of grubs found in the broccoli, so at that point, it's already a step above the sodexho food at queen's. all in all, the food wasn't that bad, but i don't think i fully got rid of that grossed out look that was registered on my face until after the meal.
so, i didn't wake up this morning bleeding from my intestines or anything (which i suppose is a definite good sign), but i swear, last night? i was not feeling so good. i had a pain in my stomach and was just feeling a general malaise. nothing definitive, but i just didn't feel (or look) so good.
and i think i freaked out a couple of people with my crazed outbursts too. ooops.
well, in my case, i suppose that answer would be 222 spadina ave, just south of dundas... last night, dave, brandon, and i went to eat at the dragon city centre food court (against my will, might i add). and yes, i am quite aware that this is the same food court that was closed down last year due to various health code violations, such as rats and other contagion. ames had enough sense to bail on us once she realised that dave's obsession with the ghetto food court would continue unabated, but i was foolhardy enough to remain with the guys. so despite my protests that we'd end up with salmonella, we ended up in the most ghetto food court that you'd have ever seen - seriously, half the kiosks were closed down, the lights were off (no doubt for energy efficiency), and there was only a smattering of people actually eating there. how i wish that i'd brought my camera so you could all see the sad, sorry sight. once we arrived (and, you know, stopped laughing), the guys were immediately drawn to this one stand that had these proud words emblazoned across a banner "pick any 4 items for $3.50" - from those words alone, they were sold. nevermind that everybody else in the food court was avoiding this one establishment, they stepped right up to the counter, and there was suddenly a flurry of activity behind it as the little chinese ladies served them their food ("you sir... what else you want?"). i was still hovering a step or two behind them and rather appalled that they were actually going through with it, when one of the ladies turns to me and says "ok, lady? how about you? noodles or rice?"
i was later told by dave that, despite my valiant efforts to smile and be polite, they thinly veiled the look of unadulterated fear on my face.
anyway, i tried to choose the safest items on the menu - in other words, i tried to stay away from the meats of unknown origin - and, i swear, the whole encounter for all three of us combined ( the ordering, paying and receipt of food) took less than 2 minutes total. so how was the food, you ask? the noodles were bland, the sweet and sour pork had bones in it, the fried chicken (oh chicken therapy, why did you forsake me?) was dry but ok, and there was a marked lack of grubs found in the broccoli, so at that point, it's already a step above the sodexho food at queen's. all in all, the food wasn't that bad, but i don't think i fully got rid of that grossed out look that was registered on my face until after the meal.
so, i didn't wake up this morning bleeding from my intestines or anything (which i suppose is a definite good sign), but i swear, last night? i was not feeling so good. i had a pain in my stomach and was just feeling a general malaise. nothing definitive, but i just didn't feel (or look) so good.
and i think i freaked out a couple of people with my crazed outbursts too. ooops.
posted by tiffany @ 9:48 AM
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