Farewell thirty-one dollars including tip. General Tsao retreats in shame from any association with the molar crushing defeat that was my meal. Trek on Johnny Walker. Your overpriced black label offered no condolence.
Lightly Wok seared chicken indeed! I think not. Oh how I mourn the innocent red chili sacrificed in service of such a culinary abomination. I blame it not for refusing to be flushed or suctioned or tongued from the refuge of the cavern that once was my filling.
Anbesol provide me succor till my desecration is crowned in golden glory.