It’s the curse of the semi-outer-western suburbs.
We like Indian food, Thai, Cambodian, Mexican, Italian. But good Chinese food has a special place of honor, in part because hot and sour soup is my wife’s comfort food.
Alas, we are surrounded by bad Chinese restaurants. Last night we gambled and tried a new one. I was hopeful. What we got was a cold restaurant (albeit one with good hot and sour soup) that made several mistakes on our order, followed by … um … let’s just call it two very upset stomachs.
Although I suppose if a paucity of good Chinese food is worth complaining about, I must have a pretty good life.