Super noodles and Potnoodle are two different tastes Arma you nob end lol. Supernoodles are freaking lush and quick to make. Although those flavours above suck ass.
Note to self, don't compare super noodles to pot noodles when Phisix is around, he does not take it lightly.
I would go further than just comparing them, I would say they are both in the same basket. Fucking horrible.
So. This is probably my lowest most pathetic situation related to food. I doubt you assholes will find it as entertaining though, so I never bothered to post it. I went to Buffalo Wild Wings with some friends for dinner. Not like snacking but outright dinner after only having lunch many hours ago. The point is I was fucking hungry.... anyway we got an order of 24 breaded wings with various flavors of sauce. I was honestly expecting 24 chicken strips size pieces of chicken fit for an American. What I got was a shocking 24 round ping pong ball size popcorn chicken looking things. Immediately my mood was off. I was entitled to 8 of these idiotic things, and decided to pace myself, since I could legit eat all 8 in about one mouthful in < 30 seconds. As I ate, I just got angrier and angrier and how much of a ripoff this place was.... and to top it off, the wings were almost acting like an appetizer that was making me hungrier than I started. Needless to say, I couldn't focus on the table conversation anymore because I was much more preoccupied with the more important topic of where I was going to eat my real dinner. I was completely self-aware that by planning to go to another restraunt before even paying the bill at the current restaurant was a new low. However, I had to go eat elsewhere out of sheer anger and spite at that point. I left that horrible wing store and went to taco bell, got myself 2 Volcano tacos and 2 Dorito tacos and down them in a fit of range. I got 4 full sized taco's for the price of about 4 of those chicken ball things, so I was able to cost average down my total dinner price.
I'm just lol-ing at the mental image of a group of people out for a meal and they're all chatting away except for one who's glaring out the window reluctantly eating chicken wings/balls and getting visibly more and more irate.
I’ve had a similar experience. I had to go to McDonalds after one visit to Buffalo Wild Wings. You are not alone.
As hilarious as his story was, I was also in the same state as supersonic when I first saw what they were serving at Buffalo Wild Wings. Well, not the whole eating disorder part, but just the shock and anger at the size of those things. The best sized wings were the ones I got at Wing House. You can go there for T&A but I go there for wings (lie).
So, I was at a hotel this week again, work related. Later in the evening, I started getting hungry and decided to order a pepperoni and sausage pizza from a local italian joint near the hotel. I figured a box of pizza would last a few meals. I gave my details and got a 40 minute ETA. I wasn't very happy but what choice did I really have... ordered the pizza and started my countdown timer. About ~ 20 minutes in, the fucking firealarm goes off. I'm naturally pissed off as they are force vacating the hotel. While standing outside in the cold, I feel glad that atleast the pizza is 20 minutes away. Of course fucking not. The pizza guy shows up 15+ minutes early just as we exit the building. Now I'm pissed off as best case scenario my pizza will get cold, and worst case scenario I might have to pretend offer it to other people, and some asshole may actually accept. People were eyeing me and my pizza so I didn't want to start eating in front of them, risking any slices. so I sat my pizza box down on the bench and guarded it from treachery. About 20 minutes later the fire dept. cleared the scene and we got to go back into the hotel. I pushed my way through just passed the lobby when some idiot girl said something like "watch it happen again". Within seconds the goddamn fire alarm started blaring again. People started turning around and leaving. I was at a cross roads, and after careful evaluation, I decided to take my chances inside the building. I went back to my room dodging idiots trying to clear the place again. I went into my room locked the door, barricaded the room door with the bathroom door, put on headphones to drown out the blaring alarm, and enjoyed my warm pizza. It was actually in pretty good condition consider the cold it had to endure. Occasionally, I would peek out the curtains to see if the place was actually on fire, but I'd only see sad sad people waiting out in the cold. It was another 10 minutes before everything was back to normal, but by then I stuffed myself with pepperoni and sausage pizza. Victory, for all intents and purposes, was mine.