So I go into this Vietnamese restaurant which was not Vietnamese nor
it deserved to be called a restaurant. There were no persons other than a
Chinese family wandering around, more focused on chatting among
themselves than serving their only client: me. Next, they had a crying kid
(almost as annoying as NYARGnarok's kids in the airplane); and, then,
to crown the happening, the food was disgusting. When I stood to pay
my starter (I could not go further) and leave as soon as possible, they were all in
the kitchen.
So there I go to the kitchen and, what do I see? A woman changing
the horrible shouting kid on top of the main cooking table. A man staring
at her while picking his nose fiercely, a young fellow smoking while sitting
with his sweaty ass on top of the main table (same where the kid is being
changed), and the other young fellow peeing in a small bathroom next
to the cooking area... with the door open.
P.S. The prices were low, though.
Originally posted by SeitseSounds pretty clean for an Asian restaurant. 😕
So I go into this Vietnamese restaurant which was not Vietnamese nor
it deserved to be called a restaurant. There were no persons other than a
Chinese family wandering around, more focused on chatting among
themselves than serving their only client: me. Next, they had a crying kid
(almost as annoying as NYARGnarok's kids in the airplane); and, then,
to c ...[text shortened]... bathroom next
to the cooking area... with the door open.
P.S. The prices were low, though.
Originally posted by Ice ColdI'll share a secret with you: at the age of 14 I used to be a waiter, busboy,
Sounds pretty clean for an Asian restaurant. 😕
and barman (yeah the labor laws are a big joke back in the motherland).
Man, I have seen (and done) disgusting stuff. And still I was shocked by
this image. I mean, I did stuff like that back in the year, but this was as
if it was coordinated. All at the same time!
Like a ballet of Asian gastronomic gore.
Originally posted by SeitseIt appears there's a reason why, despite the low prices, they had exactly one client.
So I go into this Vietnamese restaurant which was not Vietnamese nor
it deserved to be called a restaurant. There were no persons other than a
Chinese family wandering around, more focused on chatting among
themselves than serving their only client: me. Next, they had a crying kid
(almost as annoying as NYARGnarok's kids in the airplane); and, then,
to c ...[text shortened]... bathroom next
to the cooking area... with the door open.
P.S. The prices were low, though.
And for the same reason, I predict that said restuarant will soon pass on to that Great Mall in the Sky.
Originally posted by SeitseI doubt there even was tissue in the hole in the ground! Did you tender it?
Tempting.
I also thought of going to the toilette and stealing a couple of paper rolls.
I saw a woman in Wuhu one day, and a very professional looking woman too! Dressed in a lady's suit jacket and skirt - appearance of a lawyer or accountant, by western standards.
She was walking towards me when I saw something I couldn't believe! This is absolute truth! She squatted, after hitching her skirt and dropping her knickers, and relieved herself on the pavement, as if nothing was happening, in full view of a foreigner. I had been in China 1 month - and soon got used to the sight. 😕
Plus the spitting, of course 'women' and men. If you're still there Seitse, you'll experience more things you won't believe. However, there are positive aspects of that society, which were completely endearing - to add to any negativity! 😉