Chicken Knuckles

So I decided to strike out on my own so to speak.  For me, that means walking about a block away to find a new restaurant.  This would seem to be a good idea, except for the fact that I haven't gone out to eat during the day, let alone by myself.  The result was me walking around for a few minutes before I found what appeared to be a new restaurant.  At that point I realized that I forget my vocab cards, so I returned to my dorm to get them.  I even stopped to tell someone, "Hey, I found a new place I'm going to try," not without some sense of pride.  It wasn't till I walked in that I realized, oh, this is the same restaurant I've eaten at three times before, but in the dark.  I covered up my embarrassment by quickly finding a table and giving my order to the same waiter who has seen me four times now.  Maybe it was my rush to buy something that lead me to order what appeared to be a delicious chicken dish, and nothing to drink.  Now if my roommate was with me, it was have informed me that it was indeed chicken....chicken joints, ligaments, and what seemed to be beaks.  If Chickens had knuckles, this is what they would look like.  Needless to say, my first bite was a bit of a surprise.  This was compounded by the fact that what I took to be a variety of vegetables, was actually just peppers, lots of very spicy peppers.  If you recall, I did not order drink.  The result was me swallowing whole what chicken I could manage to stomach, while simultaneously sweating, getting the hiccups, and having my nose run.  Oh, and my table was out of napkins.  I finally had to admit defeat and buy a Sprite.  Thankfully, I ordered rice, so I didn't go completely hungry.  In summary, I'm going to take a little more time ordering next time, and tonight, I'm eating with my roommate.

EJR