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That noodle rendered me sick


Dough being kneaded at a restaurant (Penstar)
Yesterday I had to accompany my wife to the hospital to remove her nails. My youngest brother accompanied us too. I don’t know somehow nails always cause problem to my family. Just like mine, my wife’s toenail tended to grow outward and started to enter her flesh. It was giving her an extreme pain.

Anyways, while coming back, we felt like eating something. It was almost lunchtime. So, we stopped at a nearby restaurant. Having some ordered for some noodles, we had our tea.

After that quick lunch, I dutifully returned to the office. One hour passed. Nothing happened. After another half an hour, my head started whirling and nausea feeling overcame me. I had to quickly rush to the bathroom.  And when I told my one of my colleagues about my illness, he suddenly asked me if I have eaten at a restaurant. When I said yes, he wanted to know which restaurant exactly. I named the location for I forgot the exact name of the restaurant. He understood which place I meant. And then he went on to narrate how his entire family got sick having eaten some beef curry from the same place.

I didn’t believe him, but just for curiosity’s sake I called my wife to confirm if she didn’t vomit. She actually vomited too. And I called to see if my brother was feeling okay. He was also down with headache and nausea. 

I realized it was not a rare incident, I decided. And my colleague and I decided to do something – call BAFRA officials so that they would do something.

We called one number. We were told it was a different section and we were given a different number. But the man at the other end was still asking our names and telephone numbers. We simply hung up.
I am happy now that we have reported the incident and hope the concerned authority would do something so that our people do not fall in the same trap.

If you are in Phuentsholing and if you have anything to report against any hotel or restaurant in town, here is a number to note: 05-251718. 

Comments

  1. Hey is the dough seriously being kneaded on the floor? or is it my eyes that is deceiving me?

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