the tale of the burnt tongue

Yes, I burnt my tongue again. But this time is was on some crappy Vietnamese food instead of a mug of hot chocolate.

I've gone off hot chocolate; maybe it's the advent of spring that has dulled my obsession.... But that's completely off-topic.

Today’s topic revolves around the plate of crappy chicken in ginger with water chestnuts and boiled rice, which I had for dinner last night. It was served at a temperature hot enough to scald a huge patch of my tongue.

The night started out well, we had a few drinks in a bar, where we could have had a really nice meal, if it wasn't for the picky vegetarians and their complaints that they didn't like the veggie options. (That’s what you get for having deviant dietary requirements- you wingers)

So we headed out to find somewhere with more Veggie choice and ended up at a tiny Vietnamese restaurant down the road. I was quite excited, as I've never had Vietnamese food before. I needn't have been, it was awful.

In fact the meal I was served was the kind of slop you get out of a packet at the supermarket i.e. a load of ‘oriental’ veg and some dubious meat coved in slime.

I was so disappointed I had to drown my sorrows with 2 pints of larger.