West Meets East

Well, I unofficially graduated college today by securing a B in my Freshmen History class. Now it's time to sit on my degree for a few years and do nothing with it. Actually, I'd better do something with it...because Citi drinks mega doses of wizz. You could take all the urinals in Barley's, attach tubes under each of them so they all connect into one hose, then shove that hose down somebody's gullet, and that person still wouldn't drink as much pee as Citi.
Today, I went to China Tai Buffet Restaurant's grand opening. Actually, they just moved down a few buildings from beside Dollar General to where that Karate place used to be. They have authentic Asians working there, and I would SO do an Asian chick (and by Asian, I mean any). Anyway, I went with my brother and his buddy. They had your typical Chinese buffet victuals, but to my amazement they had an item that cannot possibly be of Chinese origin: Texas Toast. That's right...Texas Toast. Everytime the waitress came to the table, I would act like I didn't want her to hear me, but I was coyly prying for an explanation. I would say "Texas Toast isn't Chinese!" They also had pizza and French Fries on their buffet. I never got my explanation to any of those. Must be some ancient Chinese secret.