Hu Hot's Revenge
Well, we ended up avoiding the Icky Nickel. Thank God. We ended up talking Skippy & friends into going to Hu Hot, a local Mongolian Grill place. Basically, it’s like a buffet line, only everything is still raw. You grab a bowl, choose the meat you want, add veggies, pour on some sauce and oil, then give the whole thing to the sweaty kid behind the grill who gives it a quick stir fry/Benihana treatment, then serves it up, cooked to perfection (if “perfection” means well, well done, that is).
Hu Hot isn’t that bad of a place, but you have to wait in line behind the “newcomers” who can’t seem to make up their minds of what they want to put in their bowl. Let’s see – pork, chicken, beef, salmon, fish, noodles...it’s just TOO MUCH GODDAMN PRESSURE!!!! Here’s my advice – take something. If you don’t like it, don’t eat it. But whatever you do, make up your mind and get the hell out of my way. Thank you.
Oh, and there’s a nasty little side effect of eating at Hu Hot we like to refer to as “Hu Hot’s Revenge”. It’s similar to Montezuma’s world-famous revenge, only it’s not from ‘la agua’, but from the high amounts of liquid oils you eat with your food. If you want to avoid an afternoon of explosive diarrhea, then may I recommend that you stay away from the garlic and hot chili oils. All I can say is that I’m hoping to God I didn’t overdo it – otherwise it’s going to be a long afternoon.
The six of us remainers in our little group went to say goodbye to our old pal Dan. (Remember, we used to be 32 people strong when I joined the group. Now there's 6, thanks to the layoff wagon's frequent visits.) Dan used to be in our team, but was transferred, then outsourced, then hired back again, and now he’s escaping for good. Lucky soul.
Anyway, one of the guys in our team, “Richie”, is a very quiet, very shy country boy. Richie isn’t much of an adventurous eater, either – anything beyond a PB&J on white for lunch is exotic to him. So here we are, in a Mongolian grill restaurant, with Mr. Picky Eater. But he’s a good sport about it, and can usually find something else to eat.
But thank God today that Skippy Whitebread was there to butt in and save the day. As soon as we sat down, Skippy immediately pipes up to the waitress that Richie doesn’t like to eat food like this, and could he please order off the kiddie menu. “Look, Richie,” Skippy says. “They have chicken strips. You like chicken strips.” Just like Skippy had been appointed his Father Pro Tem. We could all see that it was really embarrassing for Richie to have Skippy ordering food for him like he was four years old – Richie is close to 30 years old, just a couple of years behind Skippy. What’s next, was Skippy going to put a bib on him and spoon feed him too? Oy.
So in addition to avoiding the Hu Hot Revenge, be sure to also keep Skippy away from your dinner table, if you know what’s good for you and you’d rather not have your boss telling you what to order. ‘Cause Skippy’s Revenge may not put you on the pot for a half hour, but it will still make you red in the face.
Footnote: As I write this, Skippy is over at his desk whining about his stomach gurgling. Uh-oh. Let the Mongolian plundering begin!
Hu Hot isn’t that bad of a place, but you have to wait in line behind the “newcomers” who can’t seem to make up their minds of what they want to put in their bowl. Let’s see – pork, chicken, beef, salmon, fish, noodles...it’s just TOO MUCH GODDAMN PRESSURE!!!! Here’s my advice – take something. If you don’t like it, don’t eat it. But whatever you do, make up your mind and get the hell out of my way. Thank you.
Oh, and there’s a nasty little side effect of eating at Hu Hot we like to refer to as “Hu Hot’s Revenge”. It’s similar to Montezuma’s world-famous revenge, only it’s not from ‘la agua’, but from the high amounts of liquid oils you eat with your food. If you want to avoid an afternoon of explosive diarrhea, then may I recommend that you stay away from the garlic and hot chili oils. All I can say is that I’m hoping to God I didn’t overdo it – otherwise it’s going to be a long afternoon.
The six of us remainers in our little group went to say goodbye to our old pal Dan. (Remember, we used to be 32 people strong when I joined the group. Now there's 6, thanks to the layoff wagon's frequent visits.) Dan used to be in our team, but was transferred, then outsourced, then hired back again, and now he’s escaping for good. Lucky soul.
Anyway, one of the guys in our team, “Richie”, is a very quiet, very shy country boy. Richie isn’t much of an adventurous eater, either – anything beyond a PB&J on white for lunch is exotic to him. So here we are, in a Mongolian grill restaurant, with Mr. Picky Eater. But he’s a good sport about it, and can usually find something else to eat.
But thank God today that Skippy Whitebread was there to butt in and save the day. As soon as we sat down, Skippy immediately pipes up to the waitress that Richie doesn’t like to eat food like this, and could he please order off the kiddie menu. “Look, Richie,” Skippy says. “They have chicken strips. You like chicken strips.” Just like Skippy had been appointed his Father Pro Tem. We could all see that it was really embarrassing for Richie to have Skippy ordering food for him like he was four years old – Richie is close to 30 years old, just a couple of years behind Skippy. What’s next, was Skippy going to put a bib on him and spoon feed him too? Oy.
So in addition to avoiding the Hu Hot Revenge, be sure to also keep Skippy away from your dinner table, if you know what’s good for you and you’d rather not have your boss telling you what to order. ‘Cause Skippy’s Revenge may not put you on the pot for a half hour, but it will still make you red in the face.
Footnote: As I write this, Skippy is over at his desk whining about his stomach gurgling. Uh-oh. Let the Mongolian plundering begin!
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