Yesterday, on our way home from Passover in Detroit, we stopped for dinner with a friend in Chicago’s Chinatown. We wandered around and ended up choosing where to eat based on what seemed to be busy, figuring that busy means delicious. We had dinner at Joy Yee Noodle, which I now know originated in Evanston. At any rate, it was the most delicious Asian food that I’ve had in a long time. When they said something was spicy, it really was. Also, they had a fruit drink menu that was 3 large pages long, with freezes and bubble teas. My DH had a Banana Ice Cream Freeze (bananas blended with ice cream). I had a Peach Mango Freeze. K* had a Tropical Freeze. They were all delicious. We were also sitting such that I could see the service staff bringing things from their storage area and freezer to the kitchen. I saw 6 giant bags of strawberries, 8 bunches of bananas, and at least 2 crates of pineapples go to the kitchen in the hour that we were there. Point being, they’re using real fruit. Their fruit drink prep area is visible to the public, too, although it was on a different floor than where we sat. The drinks are sizeable, too…at least 16 ounces, probably closer to 22. (They have a mega size that you can get that is a 50 ounce serving.)
For dinner, I had pineapple chicken with shrimp fried rice, served in a pineapple husk. It was dee-lish. Scott had a pork and beef omelet in a stone bowl. K* had pork Thai lettuce wraps. We all sampled everything, and of it, there wasn’t a dish that I wouldn’t recommend. The dishes the items come out in are just fun. Some dishes come in a little wooden treasure chest.
After dinner, I got a pineapple coconut freeze to go, and halfway through the drive home, I started feeling besotted. I told Scott I was drunk on fruit. When you think about it, that’s a massive amount of fruit to eat in one sitting, for someone not used to it. I probably had 3/4 of a pineapple, 1 coconut worth of milk, 2 peaches, and 1-2 mangoes between the drinks and the meal. I also had a fruit crash a couple of hours after we got home, where my stomach felt gurgly and I could barely keep my eyes open. I fell soundly asleep on the couch at one point. It felt very much like being drunk, although I imagine in reality, I was on a crazy natural sugar rush.
It was so good though. I had some grapes for breakfast this morning…hair of the dog and all. 
