Dining room table? Yep. Drapes? Yep. Relatively new wall-to-wall brown carpet? Yep. Lampshades? Yep. White walls? Yep. Piano? Oh, yeah.
There didn’t seem to be a thing in my living room/dining room that didn’t have the pastel green paint splattered across it. I knew I was in grave danger when my father found out I’d touched the paint cans, like he told me not to do at least a zillion times. So I ran.
In order to understand the depths of this criminal offense, you must first realize how I was put into the situation. Back when I was in elementary school, probably first grade with Mrs. Black, I had a newly developing friendship with a girl up the street, Lori. Lori and I spent all of our free time together and most of our outings
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In my mind I resembled a prima ballerina, using my mother’s piano to spot my turns, preventing dizziness and maintaining control. Several minutes of the high-flying fun came to an end and I tamped down the growing guilt of disobeying my father by noting I had not left the newspaper he had set under the cans to collect any spills. I couldn’t be doing anything too terrible, right? I was filled with the same exhilaration you might feel after riding the roller coaster at the amusement park. I was dizzy and smiling and smug; I had touched the paint cans, had some fun, and no one was worse for the wear.
The realization of what was to become a major mishap didn’t take long to soak into my pea brain. One glance anywhere in the room showed the evidence of my crime. Paint dribbles were everywhere. There wasn’t a surface that didn’t contain some splatters; nothing was spared.
It was at this point I knew my life was nearing an end. My lumberjack-like father would come out of the room, see what I had done, pick me up with one hand (leveling me parallel with the floor), and with one spank, knock the life out of me. I couldn’t take the risk of being discovered, so, as I said before, I
I am feeling repentant about dining at Chili’s, last week, due to the terrible experience that I had. The semblance of the restaurant from the outside, made it seem like a nice place to dine in, but when I stepped into the place, it had a very unkempt appearance. Not only was the interior appearance untidy but the smell of the place made me feel nauseated. It smelled as if there has been a dead rat in the place for a week. When I took a seat, I hoped that an amiable waiter who reveres their customers would take my order. Instead, a waiter with an impassive look on his face walked up to the table I was sitting at. His way of speaking English was enigmatical. I couldn’t understand a word he was saying. When I finally figured that he was trying
I walk into McDonald's, wondering why we drove so far to a McDonald's when there is one right next to our house. I don't care though, because I’m hungary. Dad walks in front of me holding my little brother’s hand. Following his gaze across the restaurant I see my mom and older sister Shliane sitting down. I haven't seen them for a year, happiness fills my body while I run over to them. My mom has joy written all over her face as she leans down and gives me a hug and tells me how much she misses me.
Lobstering is in my blood. It is what supports my family and most of my town. I have been doing it my whole life i’ve had a lobster license since i was 8 years old which is as young as you can get one. I love summer just for lobstering season plus I like the money outcome. I hate school starting the most because it tires me out because I play football everyday except sundays and some saturdays so i have to wake up early and haul on my days off from school.
When it comes to dining-in at a restaurant we all want the best service that we can get. When I think of “the best service” I think about the cleanliness, nice waitresses, good food, and affordable prices. There are so many different options when a family thinks about going out to eat, especially if they have small children. It’s often hard to go to a nice dine-in restaurant because sometimes it’s hard to find something on the menu for everyone in the family. I have experienced many things at two completely different restaurants. I can say Demos’ is better than Logan’s because the food and service is much better.
(IDK what to do for the first sentence) I, among many others, can tell stories about the people we have come across at “The Bee’s.” I have met some delightful people, and some questionable people in my short time of working there.
College was a culture shock. Gone were my Asian and Latino friends with whom I found it so easy to relate. I was in a new environment surrounded by strangers from different places and backgrounds. I initially dealt with this by gravitating toward people who were similar to me or appeared to share the same values I had grown up with. Instead of trying to develop relationships with students from diverse backgrounds, I put up my guard, with doubts about how I could relate to them. However, everything changed one fateful night in the college dining hall at the much-anticipated fajita bar.
Our country is notable for countless aspects in its culture, one of the more prominent aspects being the American Diet. Though our diet is primarily a blend of foods from foreign cultures, there are distinct differences: portion sizes, excess empty calories, and overall nutritional value. To us, food outstrips the three main meals of the day – it is used to celebrate holidays, for comfort, and at many social gatherings. This is where the problem lies.
food, surrounded by family and friends, and how could I forget the memories made with my
It was a sunny bright Friday afternoon and I was at school. I knew today was going to be the day, the day I get my new bike. After school my dad picked me up and drove home, so I can change out of my uniform and grab something to eat. I remembered my stomach feeling strange, I was so excited getting my new bike that I couldn't even eat. We went back in the car to go to Kmart. Even though Kmart was only like five minutes, it felt like I was in the car forever. I remember I was thinking of all the features my new bike was going to have.
Have you ever played a game in the woods? Or been on a hike at night, with no light?
The only object that could calm me down was my diary, so I reached for the notebook in my clutch and I began to write “The moment the soprano hits the highest note, is the moment he flinches, he flees his seat and leaves behind a trail of burgundy drops, that are almost unnoticeable on the red carpet.
As a food lover and adventurous eater, I've certainly eaten so many kinds of food from many countries around the world. And I have a lot of good and bad moments related to food. However, when you ask me about the most memorable meal that I have eaten in my life, perhaps the first thing that appears in my mind is my daddy’s soup.
Once I stepped inside the restaurant I automatically could hear the music playing at a moderate level and the laughter of the customers. Right off the back the restaurant's ambiance had a positive vibe. Mindful, it was a Saturday late afternoon. Mary Jane Burger and Brew is a local restaurant trying to stay true to its past. The granddaughter of the original owner now runs the place with the intention of serving good quality food where the ingredients are fresh, mouth watering, and surely not filled with antibiotics and all that other genetically modified elements found in processed foods. The vintage, rustic looking place, holds a small town atmosphere with a big taste.
While it may seem a little strange that I have never been to an authentic Mexican restaurant in my life, there is a perfectly good reason why. Chipotle and On The Border, two restaurants on the list as frequently visited for me just are simply just Americanized Mexican restaurants and definitely do not qualify as places that stay true to the Mexican culture. Therefore, for this global experience, I decided to make a visit to an authentic Mexican restaurant named Taqueria Marias and it honestly was worth the wait. Deciding to share this experience, I took two of my friends along with me and we shared a lunch at the small restaurant. Almost immediately after entering we noticed that the restaurant was incredibly lively, the tables were full, everyone was talking and laughing loudly, and the waiters never stopped smiling as they ran from table to table at breakneck speed. The energy was amazing, unlike any other restaurant I have ever been to which is really saying something. Once we got seated, we ordered a guacamole and chips along with a rice and beans for the table and I ordered a vegetarian El Mixteco Burrito for myself. The food showed up in record time despite there being a ton of people and it was nothing short of delicious. Additionally, it was quite interesting to see that the waiters were having conversations with guests at almost every table and even the chef came out to greet everyone and ask about the food. It was a very interactive opportunity.
There is no doubt that the Phoenix is one of the biggest city in the United States. It has the rich resources and good populations. We can always have fun here during my free time. Being an international student who is studying here, the food here is always the most important thing I worried about. Since I came here, I had tried so many foods here and I think each food own their independent style. Whatever what kind of food they from, I think they both good. But the food I always like best is Chinese food.