Dinner at the Panda®

Thursday night, the usual evening outing at the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala ... dinner at the Panda Express® is the new approved ritual. And, why not? The food is actually pretty good. Not organic, of course. There may be traces of hormones, ractopamine, and antibiotics. High sodium. Blah, blah, blah. Who cares?

Typical Panda® Hottie

Let's face it. The food tastes good, much better than the sandwich shop. I always complete the on-line survey on the back of the sales receipt, so I am able to order an additional entrée for free. For $8 and some change, I get a fairly balanced and nourishing meal. I usually order Chow Fun with Steamed Vegetables, Kung Pao Chicken (or String Bean Chicken), Grilled Asian Chicken, and Beijing Beef.

Unlike the slimy "chef" of Slob Manor (read: rental housing) fame, I don't have to waste my precious remaining time to shop for groceries and cook. My time as an engineer is worth well over $200 per hour. As a senior citizen, my time is priceless. The $8 or so that I fork out for a decent meal is worth the time saved. The moronic "chef" is only worth $31 per hour (given his daily rate as a substitute teacher). Even then, he wastes at least four to six hours per day to prepare his organic concoctions, not to mention the wasted money spent on the organic ingredients. Oh well, a fool and his money are soon parted. But, I digress.

I may commence eating dinner at the Panda® on other nights as well. Moms and I have also resumed eating lunch at the Panda® on Monday. I am a simple monk. I need a good, balanced meal. Nothing extravagant. No "high roller" restaurants. No expensive cuisine. No fancy wait staff. No tips. I simply order my food, and I am eating within five minutes. What more can I ask for?

Surveillance Mini-Update®
If you happen to see visitors from Mountain View (in Cali) and Texas in the widget in the right column, you will have witnessed the Google® surveillance robot in action (normally subsequent to a "blog" posting). Be forewarned that you may be put on the "terrorist" watchlist.

Slob Manor Mini-Update®
There is just no end to the insanity of the "chef." The maniac has now taken to doing a full load, if not two full loads, of laundry every day. His obsession with germs has reached the pinnacle of psychopathology.