I LOVE Chinese food. I don't know when this obsession started or how to stop it or whether or not I even want to stop it, but I could eat Chinese food every day. Now ... I suppose I should clarify. I don't know if I like real Chinese food. You know ... the authentic kind. The kind that actually deserves the name "Chinese." All I know is, I love the kind that Americans have branded as Chinese food. The kind that makes Chinese people dry heave when they taste it. I've never said I had high class, and I'm certainly not high class with food.
My wife and I both know we don't belong in classy joints. We're pretty homespun, and we like it that way. I'm sure people at work think I'm a nerd when I come into work with yet another plaid shirt/khaki combo, but eventually they realize it's not going to change.
Chinese food rules.
I wish I owned a Panda Express.