The odor of burnt msg is something I'll never forget. I knew I was in an Asian restaurant the minute I smelled it. The hostess seated me and my family after making us wait 30 minutes. It took her so long to find us an open table during our walk that I felt we were on the Trail of Tears.
Anyhoo, once seated, some Asian guy named Al poured water and rambled on about some special. My kid asked if they had chicken fingers and Al said ""No! We have many chicken dish though. You like!"". He ran off without me getting a scotch order in. 10 minutes later, some other gook came to the table and said that Al had been fired. We ordered and he left again without me ordering a scotch.
So 30 minutes later, an army of nips throw bowls of rice and food on my table then scurry off. Still no scotch. Finally I yelled to a waiter, ""Hey Hop Sing! Bring me a triple McCallan on the rocks!"" He bowed and cracked his head open on the marble hostess stand. An ambulance came and carted him away. Still no scotch.
I will NEVER eat at that stinking place again!