It Rears its Ugly Head
As I am most certain you all know this last Monday was Labor Day and as such I had no classes for the day. Unfortunately while I may not have had classes that day I did still have homework. I was however able to manage a respite from homework and procrastination in the form of dim sum with PJ and Soeun. Now when you walk into a Chinese restaurant and you and one of the people that you are with are the only Caucasian people visible, you know its going to have good food. And the food most certainly was good, however the service wasn't. It took almost 25 minutes to get tea and almost 45 to get water. WTF! Like seriously we saw everything we wanted circulating all around the room but it never came near us, we had to almost trip a server as he ran bye to get his attention.
I understand that it is the job of the people with the carts to give you as much food as they can because it gets them more money; but when you just ask what something is and they say "it good, you like" (I know that sounds stereotypical but I jest not, that is what at several of them said) and shove food onto your table, I don't appreciate that. I'm not even sure what it is let alone know weather or not I want to eat it. Now I have been to dim sum on other occasions but I have never before had to dodge steamed buns like Neo from the "Matrix"!
As our dining experience drew to a close we where desiring something of a sweeter nature to caress our pallets. So we kept an eye on the desert cart as it circulated the room, stopping at every table along the way. She finally stops at the table next to us and then swiftly passes us bye. PJ and I are looking at each other in confusion when Souen tells us that we have to appear interested in what she had for her to stop. So we wait again, she stops at the table next to us again, and again she sails right on bye, with us looking as interested in her wares as humanly possible. We quickly say "excuse me" which yields us no results other than her stopping her rounds to help the table on the other side of us. Now we are annoyed but we write it off as just an oversight on her part. Again we wait, but by this time both tables next to us have left and we try flagging her down (both audibly and visually), and again she sails right on bye. However this time there is as slight difference, as she rounds the corner of the isle she looks over her shoulder strait at us and makes eye contact. Now we get it, PJ and I are sitting on the outside and we are both White. In the end we request our confections from the lady with the pork buns and shrimp roles, pay for our lunch and leave with a new lesson learned. Next time have Soeun sit on the outside.
I understand that it is the job of the people with the carts to give you as much food as they can because it gets them more money; but when you just ask what something is and they say "it good, you like" (I know that sounds stereotypical but I jest not, that is what at several of them said) and shove food onto your table, I don't appreciate that. I'm not even sure what it is let alone know weather or not I want to eat it. Now I have been to dim sum on other occasions but I have never before had to dodge steamed buns like Neo from the "Matrix"!
As our dining experience drew to a close we where desiring something of a sweeter nature to caress our pallets. So we kept an eye on the desert cart as it circulated the room, stopping at every table along the way. She finally stops at the table next to us and then swiftly passes us bye. PJ and I are looking at each other in confusion when Souen tells us that we have to appear interested in what she had for her to stop. So we wait again, she stops at the table next to us again, and again she sails right on bye, with us looking as interested in her wares as humanly possible. We quickly say "excuse me" which yields us no results other than her stopping her rounds to help the table on the other side of us. Now we are annoyed but we write it off as just an oversight on her part. Again we wait, but by this time both tables next to us have left and we try flagging her down (both audibly and visually), and again she sails right on bye. However this time there is as slight difference, as she rounds the corner of the isle she looks over her shoulder strait at us and makes eye contact. Now we get it, PJ and I are sitting on the outside and we are both White. In the end we request our confections from the lady with the pork buns and shrimp roles, pay for our lunch and leave with a new lesson learned. Next time have Soeun sit on the outside.
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