• SuddenlyBlowGreen@lemmy.world
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      11 months ago

      > be me, chinese triad

      > no fear

      > hanging with fellow triad bros at our safe house

      > suddenly, a weird unkempt man stumbles in at 1 am

      > goes straight up to our most feared boss

      > keeps repeating the word ‘food’ while staring at him without blinking for 5 minutes

      > his eyes are as red as blood

      > must be some kind of demon

      > we give him food to prevent the wrath of the heavens

      > he eats it, says something about explosions and stars

      > leaves

      > we’re all sweating, realizing that if we hadn’t given him food, he would have blown us up before going back to the stars

      > everyone in that room fled the country, hoping never to see the demon again

      > be me, chinese triad

      > one fear

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      11 months ago

      Nah, there’s a Chinese place about 5 minutes from my house that is either some rich guy’s shitty project, or more likely, a money laundering front.

      Place is never ordered from, only ever has the same 3 cars in the lot, and has been open for about 15 years. It survived COVID when half the restaurants in my city had to close up shop.

      I went in once about 10 years ago, and the food was just god awful. No flavor and it looked like week old microwaved Chinese. The whole place was filthy and I was amazed it hadn’t been shut down.

      No way that OP stumbled into a front and actually enjoyed the food, even if they were as high as the space station.

      • andrew_bidlaw@sh.itjust.works
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        11 months ago

        I agree with your conclusion, you usually don’t run the front for real to fly under the radar better. Maybe I thought about underground restaurants I’ve seen a couple of times targeting plentiful chinese tourists? I’ve been in a couple of these. Ground level, no signs, mute chinese personal, hierogliphs on the menu and just a word of a month from locals that you can fill your stomack for pennies there. Maybe they stumbled upon one such place and can’t recall where it was.