Chicken feet

I went to a Chinese restaraunt with this lady I used to work with named Burnell. She said she went there for a friend's birthday a year ago and that it was the best food she'd ever eaten. I trust her opinion as she used to be a cook at Perkins. The name of the place was "Nguk Gong" and it was about half an hour from my house. We dressed up for the evening: I wore a purple sparkly kimono I found under my bed from a Halloween 2 years ago and a long black wig I put up in a bun with the assistance of two chop sticks and several bobby pins. Burnell wore a pair of red leather pants with dragons down one leg and two purple Hello Kitty heads on the other, a black halter top and these little white chinese take-out box earrings she found at a garage sale when she went to South Carolina for her college reunion.

We walk up in there and you would have thought we was celebrities. I guess because we were so "dressed up," they fawned over us and gave us a fabulous table near the gurgling dog fountain and the hot buffet. Our waiter was named John and he was very sweet. he asked me for my number a minute after we sat down. I gave it to him and he hit on me the entire night. He about 90 pounds soaking wet holding a sack of bourbon chicken, but he seem pretty confident he could handle a woman like me, if you know what I mean, ho.

We let John decide our dinners for us as we sipped sake and laughed about this cartoon I saw on tv that day. Some people around us gave us the eye, I guess because we was so loud. But hello, this is a free country and I am a dynamic voice and presence that cannot be tamed, no matter how many people ask me to stop talking so loud.

The food came and they was all in these tiny little boxes, all stacked up about ten high. I thought it was a joke so I tipped over my boxes and all this food spilled all over the place. The waiter, John, got yelled at by five other waiters and they quickly picked it all back up. John apologized to me for not explaining how these "dumplings" work and kissed my hand (even though it had some soy sauce and dried potato chips on it that I did not realize was there).

They brought me new dumplings in about ten minutes. I opened the first one and I nearly had a heart murmur. There was ten little chicken feet, deep fried, sitting there in a puddle of soy sauce and ginger root. John got me to try one. He said you have to put the whole foot into your mouth and gnaw on it to get the meat off. I said of and put three up in there. It took a good three minutes to get any meet off the feet. I could feel the little chicken toes scraping the inside of my mouth. Gross. The meat was good though. Burnell got duck with the head still on. She ate the whole duck, including the head. I thought that was gross until she handed me part of the cheek- taste like the stuff in the food court. Yum boo!

So over all the meal was good and John and me was gonna hook up, so all was good. He even gave me a discount, but not Burnell. She got upset at John about this and he calmed her down when he brought over this little girl who gave her a ten minute shiatsu massage at the table. For free.

Okaaay!!??