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Last night, The Dude and I went with some friends to a legit Peking duck dinner, at Peking Duck House in Chinatown.

It was awesome. Well, it was awesome until we opened our fortune cookies at the end of the meal:

Translation: Don’t be such a glutton, you fat ass.
Aside from the brief realization of how strange it was to get this fortune from a restaurant that specializes in serving WHOLE FRIED DUCKS, this was pretty much the worst fortune in the world, right? It’s even worse than those annoying “proverb” cookies, because at least those are abstract and not really about anything. This fortune, on the other hand, is mandating austerity. It isn’t even good if you add “in bed” to the end, because then it is telling you to lower your standards and have less sex.
So my verdict on Peking Duck House is as follows:
Food? Awesome.
Fortunes? The Worst.