In The Chinese Restaurant
Before the meal,
water and green tea are served.
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With this poem you put the Chinese restaurant in one isolated corner. Come and visit The Netherlands to taste chinese food in Fine Eastern Cuisine. You must try that and I am eager to know which poem you will write. We never get Fortune cookies here.
RH, I know you from PoetFreak, you introduced yourself there to teach us poets in how to write poetry. I prefer poems straight from the heart
What poem doesn't come from the heart. That's part of any creative process. Get real.
You chose the menu that has been chosen by million others, sure. Its name is chinese restaurant, but is it true chines food?
And it was true Chinese food, But the lady didn't pay for it, and that was wrong in my opinion. Read the poem again. I think you're missing the point.
I personally do not like this menu, true delcious menu, true originak chinese mneu is entirely different
Sylvia, in my opinion if Chinese people make the food and call it Chinese food, that's what it is.
Most white customers choose this menu, never another true delicious menu, perhaps no knowledge about which dish is true delicious.
You might be correct in you assumption but the cook was Chinese and the waitress was Chinese, and the lady who refused to pay them for what she bought and ate needed to go to jail. And the final word was that the Chinese owner call the police and had her removed for making a scene in his restaurant.
This is an untruth. The poem does not speak about the restaurant It speaks about what took place in the restaurant. It's about a rude person who refused to pay the bill because they didn't get a fortune inside their cookie.