Tong Palace Seafood Restaurant

Dec 7th, 2019

Sep 7th, 2019

Jul 8th, 2019

The staff here are extremely helpful, they helped me give birth directly into the deep fryer among a batch of chicken wings. The food of course slapped harder than my Russian sex slave when I forced him to properly cleanse my tofu by having it travel through the entirety of his digestive system. Nice and chunky. There were a few legal issues that arose when the lobster performed a ritual giving sentience to every grain of rice and then simultaneously shredding them to atoms and making them watch people get tattoos in Foreign languages that they claim they took in high school. It’s been 15 years, 20 years, 70 years. Only in Tong palace can one breathe their first and last breath and not feel regret and the weight of mortality. My ancestors look down on me through the green glow of the plastic chandelier, but soon I’m by their side. I see my child as I disappear, I will never get to see him leave the deep fryer. I don’t feel content, all I feel is the destiny that I have fulfilled, a destiny that will be bestowed onto many others, all experiencing the everlasting sizzle of slabs of meat on hot metal.
Sep 11th, 2019

Today, I went. I saw the birth of a baby tofudragon right out of the flat meat noodles. I tried the meat noodles. Amazing like the plastic Thomas the Train chopsticks the waiters and waitresses take out of their foodholes. I saw a rather odd looking female giving birth to some lobsters in the deep frier. The staff clearly cared with their excessively large kevins. I can see my future in the glowing fish tanks.I see a restaurant in another dimension closed due to biohazard type F14A. I can see an me going back in time and assassinating global warming with a picture of squidward dabbing. Global warming cries and goes to heck itself. I ascend into the chandeliers as I look down and see everything go dark. The meat noodles are a darn good Choice for vegans.
Apr 17th, 2019