The oldest decided he wanted a low key 12th birthday party.
Just something simple with the grandparents at the Chinese restaurant
When we pulled up front, the 7 yr old says: “Here we are! The Chinese Buffet!” (pronouncing it Buff-et)
Correcting him, I said, “It's pronounced 'Buff-eh'. It's French. On a Chinese restaurant.”
Then we go inside and realize that the Chinese restaurant has merged with the pizza buffet next door, knocking out the wall separating them.
At first, we were like, “THIS IS GREAT! ALL YOU CAN EAT OF EITHER OR BOTH! FOR THE SAME PRICE!”
Then I sat there for awhile.
Here's a Chinese restaurant.
Joining with an Italian restaurant.
With French words on the front.
Staffed by Mexican cooks.
It's like the Gosh Dang UN up in here.
I told the little Chinese lady working the register, “You guys should change the name of the place to “The REAL Melting Pot”.
But she said, “We no have pot here. You want drugs, you go somewhere else. Stupid druggies.”
Then I realized what was missing.
An English person to help with the language barrier.