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Tonight at TaiChi August 24, 2018

Posted by Kenny Norman in downtown.
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About two months ago, I received ads on my Instagram feed from a restaurant near downtown called TaiChi. The food looked pretty good, so Ebony and I added it on our list of restaurants to try. We finally had dinner there for the first time on August 24. Parking was messy, but the restaurant had plenty of seating. More people came in later the longer we were there.

We had to switch tables from a table with a pot hole to a table with a grill and a pot hole when we decided we wanted the grill & pot combo with the teriyaki chicken. We had to grill the meat and boil the vegetables. We were a bit nervous grilling the food ourselves, but I think we managed to not give ourselves food poisoning. And the sauces, especially the peanut sauce, were DELICIOUS! I also had sesame sauce, barbecue sauce, and seafood sauce. (These are Taichi’s names, not mine. Names are misleading.)

Service was prompt and wonderful, and the waiter was very knowledgeable about both the menu and when it was time to take the meat off the grill. He also actually volunteered to get photos of us at the end, which was very thoughtful and it saved us the trouble of having to ask. We got teriyaki chicken on the grill & pot combo, porkbelly on the grill & pot combo, and a soda for $30, but because Ebony and I split it evenly, we each paid $15, which I find to be a wonderful value. We both got quite full as well. I’d go back there again, except I think we would both prefer to order off the regular menu so we don’t have to cook it ourselves!


Fight at Greatimes August 18, 2018

Posted by Kenny Norman in miscellaneous, south.
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So I’m with my dad at Greatimes on August 18, waiting in line for the go-karts. About 20 minutes in, one round of people is released. Out comes this lady, who is plump, mid-30s, brown hair, pale skin, and wearing a blue-green tank top. She has a man with her who is tall, skinny, also pale, and wearing a plaid green shirt. She says to someone else, “You want to say anything else, you can meet me in the parking lot.”

Honestly, the only words I clearly heard were “parking lot,” but that combined with repeated aggressive pointing led to me to correctly believe a fight was about to break out. This other woman, walking behind her, is wearing a blue, long-sleeve shirt and sunglasses, is black, and has long hair. I watch nervously as both groups walk out to the exit. After they cross the fence, sure enough, a physical, knock-down, fistfight breaks out. The first girl’s man even takes the second girl up to the fence and starts pounding her. About half the people in the go-kart line, including three black teens directly ahead of me, ditch the line to go help in the fight. I had to call security. My dad tries to yell to the go-kart attendant, but his pleas go unheard.

I look at the attendant’s name tag and get close, screaming at him, “Hey! Brenner! There is a fistfight breaking out in your parking lot. DO SOMETHING about it!!!!!” At this point, the attendant finally notices and calls the staff over, and three employees run out to break things up. Soon after, police are called, and a bunch of cops come into the parking lot. What really horrifies me is that, among all the people there, not only the ones in line for the go-karts, but also the spectators who can see, I was the ONLY one trying to do anything to stop it.

The three black teens then cut back in line and show each other the footage they took on their phones, talking about who hit them during the fight. Security finally broke the fight up. When it was our turn to get on the go-karts, security recognized the three teens as being affiliated with one of the people in the fight and took them off the go-karts while they were in the go-karts. Frankly, I consider that karma for them cutting back in line.

The first girl’s man comes back, his arm is in a sling, and he’s accompanied by a cop from Southport. The cops then go make rounds rounding up anyone involved with the fight, including the first girl’s man and the three teens.

As we were leaving Greatimes and going to dinner on the east side, we saw the happy couple that started the fight walking on the side of 465 east heading east…on foot. Apparently they didn’t arrive to Greatimes in a car. Probably the wildest thing I’d ever seen in all my years of going to Greatimes.