Put down that lazy Susan and listen.
We've been drifting apart for years. We coasted on the good times, and we had some good times, didn't we?
Remember when I could just turn up on your doorstep at midnight and you would let me in without question?
I won't deny it, even when I was with others, thousands of kilometres away, I was thinking of you. They fed me, but I tasted you.
You used to be The One.
But ... well ... this is where it gets difficult. I'm just going to come out and say it:
You've changed. And not in a good way.
It took that bullshit you pulled last Friday night to make me realise how bad you really are.
I know you didn't notice when we stopped being together as regularly as we used to. I know because every time I came crawling back, you treated me like nothing.
"Just twenty more minutes" my arse.
I used to listen to that lie all night, and I'd just be so happy when you let me in, that I forgave you.
Well, no more.
A man can only put up with so much.
I thought booking a table would change all that, help us move past this rough patch together. But what did I get on Friday night? The same old cock'n'bull: "Just twenty more minutes"
And when you finally did seat us, you couldn't even give a shit whether we ordered or not!
No I will NOT keep my voice down!
AND, when we finally did order, do you know what we got?
Now, well, now, it's like you're showing off what a cad you can be and still get customers.
Well let me tell you something Ying So Called Excellent Restaurant Award So Called Chow: your food used to be the talk of the town. You had "It", The X Factor, The Mystical Taste, Flavorama, but now, now you are the culinary equivalent of the fading rockstar. I like your old stuff better than your new stuff.
Trouble is, you don't have any new stuff, and here's what your old stuff has turned into.
(Bear in mind, I know people who have come back from overseas and demanded to be fed at least two of the following dishes. That's how good they used to be.)
Red Vinegar Ribs
This actually wasn't too bad. But if you could get this right, then what was the story with the rest of the food?
Goodbye, forever, Ying Chow.