Karen Dunbar's column: Chinese meal hits sour note.
LIFE for me is like a Chinese restaurant. Let me elaborate... Now,
I'm a fairly carefree woman - my ego tells me I'm the type who
would bungee jump into the Grand Canyon, swim with sharks or do a
parachute jump. I'd even take Diana Ross's photo. I may go as
far as to call myself a thrill seeker, but any time I visit a Chinese
restaurant the following happens... I get the menu and say: "Right,
I always have sweet and sour chicken, but tonight I'll have
something different." I begin an extensive search of the menu and
toy with the idea of roast duck in an oyster sauce. I argue for and
against the devouring of pattaya beef with onion and peppers and then I
settle on the salt and pepper squid. The waiter arrives, pen at the
ready. I clear my throat and announce in a clear, confident voice:
"...sweet and sour chicken please." What a woos!