Ahhhh...the warm fuzzy feeling of recently guzzled zombies, trickling down your throat, enroute to an all out assault on your liver. You've just packed your stretching stomach with mouth-watering appetizers and you're gearing up for some serious eating. Teryaki Beef. Barbeque Shrimp. Dim-Sum. It nestles in your belly the way a cat claws at a pillow, then gently spins around and comes to rest for several hours. The night has only begun, yet, it begins to slip away quickly as the zombies batter your inards with unrelenting zeal. Get ahold of yourself soldier. You've got entrees comin. You OK? Good. Now order another drink.
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Delaney and Alex' first and last time at the Hong. Too bad they won't remember the party that was going on inside their mouth at the time. The picture will prove that they were there, but really....whats a Hong dinner if you're not old enough to drink. |
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The usuals (sans Scott & Cindy). They made theirs a later dinner while we got there early for reasons you can only comprehend if your a parent.... |
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A somewhat melancholy meal for Mattie & Justine. Just 5 years before, they held their wedding celebration at this very table. This would be the last time they would gorge themselves at the scene of the crime. While the food was incredible, the taste left in their mouths was slightly bitter. Word has it they still have some leftovers in the freezer. Lets Go! |
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Robbie, sporting a bulging gut chock full of booze, beef, and shrimp. The dopey smile on his face says it all. He's warmly embracing the ambassadors of good-eatin' Phil and Paul (more than likely not their God-given names.) What will become of these throwbacks after the Hong's doors close forever? Who can tell. All I know is I'm going to miss those bastards. Sayanara guys! |
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