Thursday, April 17, 2008

So where do all the Chinese restaurant owners go on Monday?

We've had some major projects going on at work recently, and that's meant some long hours. And time away from The Wife.

Oh, and baseball season has started. And The Wife doesn't go to all the games. She likes to get her beauty sleep, you see. And likes to be in bed before 9:30. She also likes to watch her "stories" -- Guiding Light and As The World Turns -- on the TiVo. So, like I said, she doesn't go to all the games.

But I go to all the games. All I can, anyway.

That means we don't always get a chance to get together for supper easily. Sure, we can make plans for supper, but we are used to not making plans. We're used to just both being available.

With work recently ... and now with baseball season ... it's different. We have to make plans.

So, when we decide to get together for supper, it's the usual.

"Hey, where do you want to go?"

"I don't know. Where do you want to go?"

"It doesn't really matter. What are you in the mood for?"

"I don't know? What do you have a taste for?"

"Whatever you want."

And so on.

Often, it ends with me driving to some place, hoping it's something she's in the mood for.

Our tastes are different. We both eat Southern, American, Mexican, Japanese, Chinese, Italian ... you get the idea. We just like the different types of food to different degrees.

For instance, she'd eat Mexican every day. I wouldn't.

She'd eat Chinese every day. I wouldn't.

I'd eat hamburgers or pizza every day. She wouldn't.

Sure, we both eat traditional Southern cooking, but there aren't a lot of places open for that for supper. For dinner (that's lunch, if you ain't from 'round here) the area is practically crawling with Southern eating. But not for supper. Or, at least, not a lots of places.

So, that means for supper, we'll do burgers, sandwiches (Subway, or other similar), Mexican, Chinese, Japanese, Italian ... or something.

Like I said, she could eat Chinese every day. I couldn't. But some days, I'm in the mood for Chinese.

So, on Monday, neither of us had to work late, no ball game in town, and we decided to go out for supper.

"Hey, where do you want to go?"

"I don't know. Where do you want to go?"

"It doesn't really matter. What are you in the mood for?"

"I don't know? What do you have a taste for?"

"Whatever you want."

And, since I was driving, I got to choose.

So, we headed for a Chinese restaurant. One in Phenix City.

There are lots of good Chinese restaurants in the area. Best is probably Chef Lee's, which is regularly one of the top 100 Chinese restaurants in the U.S.

But there are other good ones, too. And one of The Wife's favorites is China Garden in Phenix City. She's been going there ever since it opened, and really likes it. And, yes, the food and service is always very good.

So, Monday, we headed that way.

Only, the thing is, it's closed on Monday. And I forgot that.

And, thinking about it, several Oriental restaurants -- not all, but lots in the area -- are closed on Mondays.

And I don't know why.

I want to know. Or at least, I think I want to know. I might not.

But, no ball game tonight. No need to work late ... unless something breaks or suddenly catches fire. So, tonight, we might be going out for Chinese.

Maybe I'll ask them why they close on Monday. And why others in the area do, too.

On the other hand, maybe I'll just enjoy the meal and be thankful it's not Monday.


  1. Maybe it's like dentists here in AZ on Fridays. They're off.

  2. I almost always get a hankerin' for Chinese food on Mondays, too...just when they have decided to close up. The people who own our local restaurant go to Atlanta every Monday to buy stuff...don't know what.

  3. Well most of the restaurants around here (Wisconsin) are open every day, but some of them are closed on Tuesdays. I think Mondays and Tuesdays are usually the least busy days, so that's probably why they pick them to be closed.


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