This is where I was dragged to last night, girls! In a neighborhood that made Goat Alley seem high class! And you should have seen the tramps walking down the streets, at night! Vaseline Alley, I am telling you!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The restaurant was more a clip joint, than serving place, with rolling tables, and waiters banging them, which frazzled my already delicate nerves. Nothing was what I am accustomed to, in a Chinese restaurant; there was not even Moo Shu Pork, on the menu!!!!!!!!!! What would Liza have done?????????
The Hot and Sour soup opened up my sinuses, but wasn't what I was used to, or served in the kind of bowl to which I am accustomed. I am a Creature Of Habit, remember!!!!!!! The Orange Chicken was not crunchy enough, nor did I see those spicy orange bits garnishing them. What kind of joint is this?
Well, I will tell you. The kind where whole families are living in the kitchen. As we left the restaurant, going on 10PM-- I ate dinner so late last night my blood levels were all out of whack, darlings, and so was I!!!!!!!!!!--I could see them clearing the room. I know what was going on. The main dining room would become a screening room, where they would run the weekly screening of Bernardo Bertolucci's 1987 "The Last Emperor," while, behind the scenes, they run a Licky Licky Joint! You better believe it, girls!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It may be called the Happy Seafood Restaurant, but that is a misnomer. There may be happiness, but not on account of the food!
It should be called the Happy Endings, or Ho Chi Minh Endings, Restaurant!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Licky Licky, indeed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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