Talkin' Shit About A Pretty Sunset

I went to a massive massive restaurant tonight in Bangkok -- the Guinness record for restaurant size (as of 1992, the sign brags). The food at a restaurant like that cannot be good, especially when it's Chinese. I'm not talking USA Chineses; I'm talking the texture of jellyfish tentacles on your tongue.

Sometimes in my life something occurs that's a bit weird, but almost not weird enough worth re-telling. Also, I just think people won't believe it. But since lately it seems like I'm writing into the internet emptiness, I'll tell it anyway:

At one point during dinner, almost where I didn't notice, this guy dressed up in traditional Chinese garb -- golden embroidered robes and a pointy hat -- came flying over all the tables on a 200-foot-long zipwire that ran the length of the restaurant. He was holding a flaming bowl of soup. Flames about a foot high, off this bowl of soup on fire. He was holding a pose like he was in mid-run, just flying about 12 feet over everyone's head. I swear to god.

A second after that happened I thought to myself, did I really just see that? I guess I did: I was at the largest restaurant in the fucking world as of 1992.

The awesomeness of this place is clear from the restaurant's own website. I'm going to go ahead and leave out the "(sic)s" -- too many are required:

"Royal Dragon Restaurant, Mang Korn Lung , is the seafood restaurant. One of the Greatest in the world. It was recorded as the world’s largest restaurant in 1992 by Guinness Book World’s Records. We have unique style of serving that you have never experienced before, such as serving by walking on water, flying on the sky, and skating for speedy service and save time. There are also Thai cultural shows which are Thai music and dance, Thai boxing and fighting, and so on. Now we have 2 rounds a night, starting from 6.30-7.30 pm. and 8.00-9.00 pm."