So we order delivery from Panda, the jap-ese shop on Airport. Usually, both dine in and delivery meals are fantastic. Tonight, however, was different. The manager always answers the phone. He speaks very broken english. This applies equally to his elocution and comprehension. This isn't normally a problem. Tonight,however,
. About fifty minutes after the phone order, the delivery guy (poor dude) calls. He says he's been knocking on our door for the past fifteen minutes and nobody was answering. He is informed that no one was at the door. He was at somehouse down the street with a "green monster" on the door. He then hangs up (was apparently calling from the shop based on later information from him). We call Panda, speak to the manager, and voice our concerns about "cold food and hot sushi". He insists the food will be hot and the sushi safe. We ask what he'll do about it, and he gives us 10% off the whole meal. Yay.
About ten minutes later dude shows up with our eats. I pay him exact change and inform him of the price change. Apparently his boss wrote down the wrong address, missing ours by one number. Where there should have been a "0" (read: ZERO), there was a 1. We break open the boxes, and find cold food and warm sushi.
Fook.
And we're missing two miso soups and a ginger salad.
Dooble fook.
I call Mr. Manager Man again. I inform him of the neigh-ineddible nature of our food. He gives us the rest of our order and a free Happy Family...when he should have given us the entire meal gratis.
This is really just a rant to vent a mild frustration for crappy food and crappy service. Take no real substance away from this experience.
Move along, citizen. Nothing to see here.
-The Mortician, Anametamystikhood of Eris, Esoteric