Redemption, and a plan less foiled...

Out of luck for ordering a #7 before my tee time at 5:30, I found myself wondering if this project would ever come to fruition.  According to my meter thingy at the bottom of the page, I'd only racked up about 8 hits and I suspect at least three or four of those were my own.  Can I kill it?  Can I just make it vanish like it never happened?  Oh, the shame.

While walking the course in the process of playing the worst 9 holes of golf that have ever been recorded, I struck up a conversation with one of my companions, John.  I could tell he was kinda into the project, but then I thought he might have just been making kind conversation to steer the talk away from my errant tee shots.  When all was said and done, he suggested that he could maybe join me at Mai Wai for a #7 after the round - and in fact he himself was a huge fan of their #7, as it came with Egg Foo Yung.  I considered this proposal, but after consulting the list I realized that Mai Wah was not on the itinerary. 

You see, in the days before I was to undertake this wee project I consulted http://www.allmenus.com/ and did a geographic search for Chinese restaurants around my zip code.  As you can look up their menus (as the clever domain name implies) I came up with a list of about ten places that I could hit up for a #7, along with another place that didn't have a #7 but did have something called a "Pu Pu Tray."  The 7 year old boy in me forced my hand and guided the pen as I wrote it down.

I was hot and tired, and honestly I needed a beer more than I needed a #7.  Looking for the closest place, I came up with New Hings in Downtown Oregon City (I like to call Downtown Oregon City "Detox" and I'm trying to make it catch on in my circle of friends, but it really hasn't yet.)