The evening started out good, but as it was getting later, it turned out to be the other way around. After dinner, I was working to extract a little dot perceived to be a splinter on my left thumb. I wasn’t successful and even if it’s now sore, as it bled a lot, that stubborn little dot is still embedded.
A few minutes after that, my stomach started to bother me. My husband brought in Vietnamese food from a Vietnamese resto. Right when I had my first bite of the appetizer, a chicken dumpling; I noticed an “unlikely” taste of a chicken dumpling. The appetizer to the side dishes and the main course was nothing extraordinary. I actually even told him that the food at the nearby Vietnamese resto in Bay Ridge are made better. This was the first time he brought in food from this place, as recommended by one of his colleagues. In fact, this same colleague of my husband has given us an open dinner invitation, but since I’ve been pre-occupied with a lot of things lately we never really had the chance to go yet.
I’m feeling a lot better now. I just hope it will not strike back again. Imagine that awful feeling? I haven’t had that in years, I can’t recall the last time I had an upset stomach.
Verdict? I think that dumpling was not freshly made. And I will make sure not to go to that resto ever. The venue on that open invite has got to change otherwise, I’m not going. That will be like playing with fire.