Roach Found In Peking Palace Food
We had a lunch meeting today with food provided by Peking Palace of San Diego.
There we were, twenty of us crammed in a meeting room greedily shoveling plastic spoonfuls of Chinese food into our quivering maws when somebody in the back row said, “Uh, hey guys. I just found a roach in my food.”
Instantly the room grew quiet. For a few fleeting seconds you could hear a pin drop.
Only three times in the history of the world has a room grown so quiet so quickly:
- During grace at the last supper
- When the Space Shuttle Challenger exploded during takeoff
- The moment before the O.J. Simpson verdict was read
This, my friends, was more intense than all three of those moments put together.
Slowly, en masse, we turned to face the source of the disturbing news. Chairs squeaked and complained as we each stood up and approached the meal in question. There, proudly perched on plastic tines, was one very dead (and very well done) cockroach. Which wouldn’t be so bad had we ordered Beef & Broccoli & Cockroach, but alas we did not.
If you happen to enjoy marinated insects in your food, then definitely hit up Peking Palace, where their army of classically trained chefs can whip up a protein-infused Roach & Rice dish in a matter of minutes.
Be sure to tip your waiter.
OMG….I’m GAGGING!!!!! How gross!!!
And I’m dying to know….did you call the restaurant and tell them?
That’s it…no more Chinese food for me.
“Only three times in the history of the world has a room grown so quiet so quickly:
- During grace at the last supper”
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA….too funny!
Ah, such cherished memories. Same thing happened to me nigh on several years ago at a local Asian restaurant. My co-workers and I were busily munching away on greasy buffet fare when all heck broke loose. My co-worker, whom I shall call Jethro for sake of anonymity, was sucking down a glass of fountain soda when he noticed something dark and peculiar in his glass. As he peered deeper into the cup, he gave it a bit of shake, then shockingly pronounced that a rather large cockroach was encased, like Otzi the ice man, in one of his cubes. “Oh my!”, said we and we motioned to the server of the establishment to see. Upon looking at the entombed invertebrate, our server tittered most heartily. “Oh, you win prize!” exclaimed he and motioned the other servers over to our table. Soon, the entire restaurant staff surrounded us and ah, what a belly laugh they had at our misfortune. The staff neither apologized nor discounted his meal but did at least offer Jethro a new glass of soda. He graciously declined and I never went back. I most emphatically feel your pain, dear sir and thanks for the story!
@Ron I don’t believe anyone ever contacted the restaurant. I simply stopped eating and crawled back to my cubicle, feeling dirty and used…
I am physically sick from his.