Metra fucking sucks. Halfway home tonight on the express train to LaGrange Road, the train inexplicably broke down. They kept promising that we'd be moving "in just five more minutes," but it took an hour before that was true. Then we moved at a snail's pace to Brookfield where we stopped again for fifteen minutes. Then finally LaGrange Road appeared and an hour and a half late, I disembarked. What a damn nightmare.
Then I went to Siam Kitchen for dinner. I liked it but I'm not convinced I wasn't the only one. But then again, Rama Chicken can have too much peanut sauce.
Ended the night with a screening of "Imaginary Heroes," my favorite movie from last year's Chicago Film Festival. I still thought it was good, but its leaps in time and story were pointed out. Some great black humor though. I still recommend it.
3 comments:
Well, Metra buys it's parts from overseas. So, there's your problem. Secondly, Siam Kitchen??? Are you kidding, you communist traitor. I only eat American. Go Hilary!
hey, i liked it.
but i'm always fooled by the description of "peanut sauce" -- for some reason i expect it to be like the chestnut sauce. Then they come out with that heaping pile of gravy and I know i've chosen...poorly.
Never again, Rama Nine!
...just noticed the title of this post...classic
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