The good news is we finally found a decent Chinese restaurant that delivers.
The bad news is the boyfriend didn't understand the nuances and intricacies of the online menu.
So he ended up ordering us food for eight.
Truth be told, it was enough food for twelve or more, but it only came with eight fortune cookies, so I'm guessing that's how many people the restaurant thought they were feeding.
It arrived at the front door in three large grocery bags, delivered by a pudgy blonde gay boy. Go figure.
"Better get your stretchy pants on" he cheerfully suggested when he saw the shocked expression on my partner's face. And then he pranced away.
It was enough food to feed the Chinese army and we barely made a dent in it. We'll be eating it for days. By the time we finish it, someday Sunday I'm guessing, we'll be so burned out on Chinese it'll be a long, long time before we order it again.
Which is a shame. It's quite tasty. Of course, let's see if I feel the same way in three days.
