Today I was taking lunch with K at Superbowl @ Ikano Power Center. I ordered a chicken rice, and while I was eating, I noticed something dark on the side of the chicken. Closer inspection revealed that it was a dead fly.
I freaked out. I look at the fly closely, and not only it was squashed, it appeared sneering at me. Of course it was dead, but I still freaked out. I took the plate back to the counter, and showed the girl the dead fly. She took the plate, mumbled a quick “Sorry” and ran to the back. I was standing at the counter, trying to scold someone for this kind of freakish accident. But no one came to me. I think they knew I was about to scold someone.
After waiting for 5 minutes, I walked back to my seat and instantly the girl appeared with a new plate of chicken rice. Unfortunately, I have lost all my appetite. Besides, she gave me the wrong chicken. I ordered drumstick, and when she gave me the new food, it was chicken breast. I hate chicken breasts. The only breasts I love are women, and that, I am talking about human, not female chicken or pork. Automatically, I brought the food back to them and told them its not drumstick as I have ordered. The chef argued about it, telling me it was drumstick instead of chicken breast.
HELLO? As if I don’t know how to differentiate a fucking drumstick from a chicken breast?
I threw the plate back to the table, and tried to eat some of the food. Yeah, there were two slices of drumstick and the rest were chicken breast. Furthermore, the nightmare of having a dead fly in the sauce didn’t help, so I lost all the appetite in the world to finish the food.
So don’t go to Superbowl @ Ikano Power Center. The food sucks, the service sucks, and you won’t know what you will get in your food.
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