In case you’d lost faith, a tard story.
July 27th, 2004 | by Scott Jennings |Katy and I had dinner at 35 Chinese Restaurant, a Chinese buffet place on Franklin. Oh, there was rice and Malaysian curry and dumplings and lo mein and all sort of delicious quasi-Asian food. A fine meal, to be sure.
So I wanted a little soft-serve ice cream for dessert, since soft-serve ice cream is an ancient Chinese tradition or something. I decided to make my life slightly more interesting by putting a fried banana in my dish, and topping it with vanilla. A taste delight!
I brought my creation back to our booth, and Katy immediately suspected a buffet foul. “Is that an eggroll in your ice cream?” she asked. Oh, ho ho, poor Katy, that poor unsophisticated Canadian. Could she not recognize a fried banana?
“Yes dear, I put an eggroll in my ice cream.” Katy immediately looked away, then down into her lap. “That’s disgusting,” she mumbled. It was time to hip her to the sitch.
“It’s a fried banana, my little darling sweetheart,” I said, just oozing with my smug self-satisfaction. “It’s delicious.” I took a bite of the ice cream, oooooh, yummy. I carved a piece of the fried banana with my spoon. Wait — what?
Yep.
Vegetarian spring roll.
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