riceism

there is an indian restaurant in our neighborhood called the five star punjabi. despite the bad service and questionable cleanliness of the diner it was housed in, the food was good and cheap, but those were the good old days. a couple of years ago, the five star punjabi opened up this huge banquet hall next door to the diner. it seemed like if you went to the five star punjabi on a weekend night when a huge banquet was happening (they shared a kitchen), the food was subpar. well, we decided to eat there this past saturday night and discovered that the diner part has completely closed, and now the restaurant has been moved to a depressing and sterile room in the banquet hall. i thought that i loved the five star for its food, but the diner was also a charming part of the five star dining experience. plus, once again being a weekend night, the food sucked. instead of serving basmati rice, we were served something that wished it was uncle ben's. i think it must have been krasdale brand from the local c-town grocery store. let me just say that i don't think everyone was served that bloated crap; hence, the riceism. also, the mean waiter gave me crap for asking for another beer because the first one i tasted was super flat. i'm so over the five star. 6th street, here i come!