Mama Monkey's birthday is New Year's Eve, but the Monkeys and Brother Monkey are going to see The Donnas play tomorrow night at the ridiculousness that is Carnivale 2008
. [Thank you, Torry, for putting us on the list! You're the best!] In light of our New Year's Eve plans, we celebrated Mama Monkey's birthday tonight.
Mama Monkey chose Capital Seafood (755 W. Garvey Avenue, Monterey Park).
She picked this restaurant mainly for one reason, which you will see later. I wasn't terribly impressed with the first few dishes, but dinner got better as the night went on, even if the neighboring wedding reception got worse.
Ah, yes -- the great phenomenon of the Chinese wedding banquet. Right next to our table, separated only by small portable dividers, was a horribly loud wedding reception with even more horrible singing. Singing! Loud! Off-key! Awful! There seemed to be a free-for-all karaoke machine. Bad idea. All restaurant patrons not at the wedding reception were laughing hysterically and/or grimacing the whole time. We were a laughing table, if you couldn't guess.
Brother Monkey was actually brazen enough to walk through the divider, sit at an empty table, and peruse the menu. All look same! No one raised an eyebrow. He was
wearing a nice blazer. Blazer = access. Brother Monkey reported that the menu wasn't all that, and the decorations were ghetto.
Check out the place and the getaway car. Gawdy City! (Brother Monkey's temporary wedding crashing gave me courage, too.)
It's times like these that Mr. Monkey and I are especially happy that we stood our ground when it came to our wedding. This is exactly the scene that Mr. Monkey's dad wanted for us. No! No! No!
Back to our dinner. The first thing we had to eat was something called Golden Buddha Soup. My mom and grandma explained that it's filled with so many different delicious meats that Buddha, who is supposed to be a vegetarian, leaped over a wall to get to this soup because it was so phenomenal. Sounds awesome, right? Check it out.
Aaahhh! Actually, it's not that shocking to me, but I thought some of you out there would be freaked out by the chicken foot. I had two in my bowl. Brother Monkey says eating this feels like you're eating a tiny baby's hand. There's a reason he
used to get paid to write.
Next up were three rather unmemorable dishes: pork ribs, beef ribs, and bok choy. Meh.
Then dinner got better with the arrival of Peking duck. Always a treat.
And seasoned fried fish fillets. Very good.
And lobster with noodles. Excellent, especially the noodles.
Our free dessert was hot red bean soup.
And then came the reason for Mama Monkey's selection of this restaurant. More Smurf houses! The ones we had on Christmas
were better, but these were still the highlight of the evening. Mmm! Again! Watch me demolish the puff pastry almond milk goodness!
Grandma Monkey was nicer to me tonight. There was no mention of my being fat. In fact, she and my mom both commented that I have beautiful skin and teeth. Random. But I'll take what few compliments I can get. They only happen once every several years. Compliments are like the Olympics in the Monkey family.
I was so happy that I asked Brother Monkey to get a shot of the three of us with my iPhone. He took two. Can you believe my mom is 55?
I definitely look like my dad.
I am cracking up at "compliments are like the olympics in my family." Ohhh, I know the feeling! Glad you survived. ;)ReplyDelete
Have fun tomorrow!
You look exactly like your mom!ReplyDelete
happy early birthday to mama monkey! :)ReplyDelete
hilarious recap. and I was wondering if you were going to that concert thing tonight when I heard about it on the radio. at least you'll be close to home?ReplyDelete
"Compliments are like the Olympics in the Monkey family."ReplyDelete
[psst. my mom's 56, and i think you saw what she looks like. let's hope we look like them in 30ish years.]
i want an almond puff so badly now!
your mom is adorable. happy birthday to mama monkey!ReplyDelete
dude, i could feel the bile rising at the shot of that damn chicken foot. :X
FYI, at my favorite dim sum place the lady with the chicken feet always passes by the table with non-Asians. One time just for kicks I got the chicken feet and made them dance on the table. I'm sure other diners thought I was "special".ReplyDelete
I love your food posts so so much. Happy birthday Mama Monkey!ReplyDelete
Looks like all female Monkeys have gorgeous skin! Lucky Monkeys!ReplyDelete
I heart chinese wedding banquets with karaoke. The. best. ever.
Can I be buried in that puff pastry, please?ReplyDelete
The chicken foot soup made me come out from lurking.The baby comment was totally morbid but made me laugh. Excellent recap!ReplyDelete
Happy B-day to Mama Monkey and HNY!
Wow dude. You've got some good genes in the family. You're going to look like you're 50 when you're 100. Sweet!
Oh. Oh yum.ReplyDelete