You take credit cards?
I don't remember the exact year. Somewhere around 1990 maybe.My friend Aric and I were doing our usual search for someplace to eat at 2am and wound up in Chinatown. At some point we realized both of us had no cash. No problem, we'll charge it. So now we have to find an open restaurant that takes Amex. Eventually we find one, The Golden Dragon on Mott Street. We walk in and there are 2 guys embracing each other arm in arm at the bar in the front of the restaurant. Kind of dancing with each other is what it looked like to me. It looked a bit strange but whatever. We walk to the back and sit down at a booth. Aric was facing the door and my back was towards it. No sooner had the waiter brought us a bowl of noodles then I heard a loud bang. I turn around and see one guy standing at the bar with a gun in his hand, and the other guy standing there with a hole in his face. Or where his face was supposed to be. It looked like someone pulled a giant party popper thing. Streams of blood were everywhere. But it was the sound that really struck me. It sounded like a sink overflowing onto a floor. It was blood pouring from this guys head. Insane. At that point Aric and I looked at each other and ran out the back through the kitchen into the rainy night and drove home.
I don't remember the exact year. Somewhere around 1990 maybe.My friend Aric and I were doing our usual search for someplace to eat at 2am and wound up in Chinatown. At some point we realized both of us had no cash. No problem, we'll charge it. So now we have to find an open restaurant that takes Amex. Eventually we find one, The Golden Dragon on Mott Street. We walk in and there are 2 guys embracing each other arm in arm at the bar in the front of the restaurant. Kind of dancing with each other is what it looked like to me. It looked a bit strange but whatever. We walk to the back and sit down at a booth. Aric was facing the door and my back was towards it. No sooner had the waiter brought us a bowl of noodles then I heard a loud bang. I turn around and see one guy standing at the bar with a gun in his hand, and the other guy standing there with a hole in his face. Or where his face was supposed to be. It looked like someone pulled a giant party popper thing. Streams of blood were everywhere. But it was the sound that really struck me. It sounded like a sink overflowing onto a floor. It was blood pouring from this guys head. Insane. At that point Aric and I looked at each other and ran out the back through the kitchen into the rainy night and drove home.