January 27th, 2018

moon

Bad Food


It is now a certainty that I will never pass through the doors of China Garden again. Nikki and I took Ingrid there to celebrate her 71st birthday. I was reluctant anyway, but persuaded by Nikki who in light of Ingrid's shaky mental state said, "It could be the last one she remembers."

By the time I got home was feeling not so good and soon thereafter spent two hours in the bathroom in hideous pain while my stomach rejected the offending food substances. Feeling subpar today, but no longer sick. Morning toast and tea received graciously by my oh so empty tummy.

So mark another off the already small list of places to eat nearby. I won't be going back.