Some days I have the perfect subject to blog about, but by the time I get home and turn Chloe on (my MacBook, not a lady) I have already forgotten what that subject was.
Yesterday was one of those days and luckily for me (and unluckily for you), I remembered during lunch. Why, you ask? Because I had leftover Dim Sum for lunch from yesterday, and all the sick sick memories of the gross restaurant washroom came flooding back to me.
I am sure there are thousands of washrooms in the world that fare far worse: outhouses come to mind; swamps; Shenzhen, China (ugh, don't get me started. Let's just say I did not use the bathroom all day when I visited a year ago). But in Vancouver, just take a peek into most Chinese restaurant bathrooms and you will feel nauseous. And I think it is alright for me to say this because a) I am Chinese and b) it is a universal truth.
No unnecessary descriptions will be shared here. But while I'm on the subject of bathrooms, I am reminded of the one at the Rickshaw. I went there for a show with Smeek last year and it seemed like the site of a few murders. Plus the soap dispensers were not covered so I thought I would get AIDS from washing my hands. No joke.
Dear Chinese restaurants, please improve the sanitation of your restrooms so that I don't shudder at the thought of using one.
But, um...at least the food was good?
do you remember last time we hung out, i said the toilet seat at the washroom was covered with sickness... like REAL sickness?!
ReplyDeleteUghhh yeah. I'm glad I didn't see/smell that! Thank god for the Fairmont.
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