It was a warm summer night, and Eric and his family were planning on going out for dinner. They were headed to his favorite restaurant, Chinatown, and there he planned to eat his favorite food, dumplings. After about five minutes in the car, Eric asked his parents, “Are we there yet?” “No Eric. I know you’re excited but you’ll just have to wait another few minutes until we get there.” his Mom said. Everyone else was excited for dinner as well, but they seemed to be acting a bit differently.
I would recommend The China Buffet to anyone, but I would say they need to go during lunch or supper hours. I would rate the whole experience as a C, because I have better experience there before this and it was excellent, so I know they could have done better. I didn’t witness anyone being sick and sneezing over the food. There are always going to be restaurants that you don’t want to visit because of the cleanliness, or food. I was, so excited to eat at this place because it was so good every time I was there, but it disappointed me right from the start.
Fast Food Ignorance Isn’t Bliss Every Friday night, my mom would pick me up from dance class and I would get in the car feeling starving and tired. Most weeks I would immediately beg for a delicious “McChicken” sandwich and French fries from McDonalds. At the end of a long workweek, the last thing my mom wanted to do was cook me dinner, so she usually hesitantly agreed. McDonalds was always the go-to, quick and easy meal option. I could spot the golden arches from a mile away and the smell of the frying potatoes made my mouth water.
Butters’s heart is slamming in his slender chest, and he can taste bile beginning to form at the back of his throat. If he was going to vomit, he kind of wished it would just happen already, but dinner remained an uncomfortably heavy lump in his stomach that did the occasional flip-flop at the most inopportune times. His Mom had cooked meatloaf tonight --- Butters’s favorite --- but he was so nervous about the dance-off he had barely tasted it. Getting through the family meal had been downright agonizing. Butters supplied most of the conversation during dinnertime, taking his parents’ feigned interest for genuine encouragement as he chattered about school, about the dumb shows he watched on TV, about local news, about anything and everything.
Usually, students came face to face with food filled with grease and cheese, which led some students to skip lunch. Many of them even dumped their plates without bothering to taste the food. The meal program has to change and become healthier and more appealing. Priory food has changed over a period of four years. In sixth grade, hot food was the best part of my meal.
A year later we moved the United States, and i no longer had my favorite tacos to look forward to, instead I had burgers and hot dogs, and a million other things my small brain couldn 't comprehend. Every christmas we had chicken tamales, and at every party we had beef stew. It became a tradition; we were a meat family, and I the biggest meat eater of all. Soon after I discovered the wonders of rare meats and other cuisines, I became a veteran of Thai, Italian, Vietnamese, Korean, Mediterranean, and other new kinds of foods. I tried a plethora of eccentric meats; brain, tongue, eyeballs, tentacles; I even ate grasshoppers, and ants.
Then he put some of them in the rotisserie to grill in a middle level of coal fire. After fifteen minutes, the BBQ was ready to eat. When I tasted my uncle’s BBQ, I recognized that it was very delicious and I could not stop eating it. My uncle’s recipes are secret and I cannot find any BBQ that tastes as good as my uncle’s BBQ. Before I came to the United States of America, my mom invited our whole family and relatives to eat dinner and celebrate my little cousin’s birthday.
I had to be extremely careful about the food that was vegetarian versus non vegetarian. This went successfully until one day I arrived at a French restaurant with my friends and I could see various options of only meat around the buffet table. It was an arduous task to locate any vegetarian items that were not just a plain salad or bread. Finally, I arrived to the spinach rolls. I was so delighted to see at least one item in this restaurant was vegetarian that I piled my plate with the rolls.
The night before Easter I couldn’t sleep knowing what a great day it going to be with delicious food. I had a dream of all the great food we were going to bar-b-que with sides and desserts. My dad and I woke up early Easter Sunday to get everything ready and I knew it was going to be perfect. We started bar-b-queing and I just love the way it smells when I just barely put it on the bar-b-que pit. Especially after the meat cooks for a while, and I open the lid and a white cloud of smoke emerges into my face like when a car burns out and I just inhale then exhale the aroma of the meat.
After his 2-hour “fighting” with food in the kitchen, banging pans and mumbling under his breath, finally, his soup was shown out. At that time, it seemed like I was rescued, because I had to wait so long for a meal, not like with my mom’s cooking. At first look, the bowl of soup was not bad at all. In the big bowl, the soup looked so delicious and colorful with many colors of vegetable and meat such as carrots, mushrooms, ch... ... middle of paper ... ...eive a delicious meal, even a normal meal, but behind the meal, it meant a lot. I received so much love from my family and I started realizing and appreciating the value of family in my life from that night.