Sunday, May 2, 2010

Lunch In Asheboro At Hibachi Grill. And Don't Forget The Buffet! Day 1. Part 2.

Sunday afternoon. Asheboro. Lunch. Remember: Packed parking lot does NOT equal excellent cuisine.
Usually, when we're on the road, I'm more than happy for Chinese food. Apparently, this was not the place to get it.
A virtual smorgasbord. You had the regular soups - wonton, egg drop, and pig vomit - plus the usual spring rolls, egg rolls, sushi, General Tso's chick, beef and broccoli, shrimp, sweet and sour, mediocre green beans, mushrooms, and all matter of fried stuff. Nothing really stood out for me.
They did have a grill where you could pick out your meats and veggies, but we settled for the extensive buffet.
Rosie, Rosie, Rosie. When will you ever learn?
I always go to a Chinese restaurant when I want fried chicken legs.
Sushi.
More fried crap.
The dessert buffet was particularly disturbing.
My shrimp sushi was not bad. That's the best I can say about this place. The wasabi helped my nose. (I've been suffering from severe allergies ever since we left the Outer Banks.)
Salad bar with shrimp and mussels?
Salad bar. At an Asian restaurant.
I don't know what this is. Do I want to? I think not.
Warning. Ye of squeamish sensibilities may not want to go further.
Look what Rosie does for her readers. I'm going a bit out of my comfort zone just to try something different and report back to you. Yes. It is octopus. I might as well have taken off my loafers and chewed on them after dousing them in some type of piscean extract. This was not palatable.

4 comments:

Ken said...

My grandfather always used to say that you want to look for the place with the most semis in the parking lot and eat there. I tend to do the opposite, but to each his or her own.

Marilyn said...

That reminds me of one of the "Chinese" buffets here. They have an American bar and pizza is always available.

They also have a salad bar and that banana (?) pudding.

I prefer my Chinese food to be a tad bit more authentic.

zzzadig said...

Awwwwwww, that's baby octopus. Of course it fought back, it wanted to grow up and get really tough. These need to be halved or quartered, coated with oil and quickly grilled on a grill plate. Then dip it in sesame oil mixed heavily with salt. That brings out the char taste. It's still going to be texturally challenging, but more tender than this ill prepared one.

Get your fingers out of your ears and quit saying la la la la.

Rosie Hawthorne said...

Ken, we always look for police cars in the parking lot.

Marilyn, "banana" pudding is disgusting.

Zzzadig, as my children would say,
"Nonny nonny boo boo. Stick your head in doo doo.!"
You forgot the "I can't HEAR you!"