rock on, oscar, rock on!

well, folks, it's been awhile since i've last blogged on this site. frankly, dave and i haven't "eadden" at too many dodgy places lately.


this ghetto foodies account comes from the e-on restaurant a couple of steps from the chestnut. dave had eaten there before with some delta ppl last year and assured me that the food was pretty good. i, on the other hand, was a little skeptical as i am of all basement chinese restaurants... but hey, you've gotta to give that place it's due when it remains unfazed and still open minutes after having a car crash through it's window. overheard by dave at the scene:

car: CRASH!!
window: SMASH!!
customer: hey, are you still open?
waiter: uhh, yeah, why wouldn't it be?


anyway, back to the story... alright, so we went to this restaurant and we ordered snails in e-on black bean sauce (there were no more clams), oysters in scrambled eggs, and beef noodles -- all of it was sufficiently tasty. then, two-thirds through the meal:

dave: {thinks to self: this snail feels heavy. it's dense as a rock - it's like some kind of weird calcified snail.}
dave: hey tiff? this snail is like a rock! it doesn't have any openings or anything!
me: what? lemme see... {visually examines the object in question; raps the plate with it and then compares its timbre with that of a confirmed snail shell.}
me: uhhh, are you sure this isn't just a rock?
{silence}
both: AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

i don't think we stopped laughing the rest of the evening. we found the whole incident so hilarious that we didn't even remember to complain to the waiter! can't you just imagine the waiter and the chef laughing at us and going, "you mean they ate the rock? AHAHAHAHA! what idiots!!"? honestly, this incident really goes to show how closely restaurants inspect and clean their food. but it's kinda strange, i'm not even grossed out.

anyhow, we washed the rock off with tea and then named him oscar. he currently resides on dave's desk beside "ho fo'sho" tammy.