Like good Asian-anything in Oregon.... doesn't happen.


Sigh....
On a trip long ago headed into Canada, I got an itch for a bit of Asian so I hit up a highly recommended establishment while in Oregon.
It can only be described as a restaurant operated by an individual whose knowledge of Chinese cuisine is limited only to what was verbally described to them.
Chow Mein was fabricated from Spaghetti lightly fried(?!) and covered in a hodge podge of vegetables, none of which is actually found in any Asian dish, Chinese or otherwise. An extraordinarily watery tomato sauce spiced with, what I was only able to assume, a blend of chili and mustard powder topped off the whole mess.
The fried rice was, at best, a Rice-a-Roni clone with chopped up deli meat (tasted suspiciously like Prosciutto) corn, onions and the same mystery chili/mustard powder blend.
I'll give Taco Bell a pass as they're fairly consistent everywhere. Other chains were always an exercise in "are you sure?"
I believed this firmly until I was told to stay away from the Taco Bell in Tifton, Georgia. I figured hey, it's Taco Bell. All they do is stock like five ingredients and mix-and-match them anyway. It. Was. Rank.
That said, I've never been back since. To that Taco Bell, or to Tifton. Or Georgia, come to think of it.
There is (was?) a Taco Bell on I-80 near the Gold Ranch Casino in Nevada. I worked for Taco Bell years ago and seen some real ---steaming pile of meadow muffin--- holes. That one made me cringe, even after not working for the company for almost twenty years. The worst was this underlying stench that seemed to overwhelm even the caustic smell of the food there. It smells slightly of sewage with a sweet undertone of rotten eggs. The smell permeated everything and was most prevalent with the soda. I refused to eat that junk but my buddies chowed down on that crap. I ended up driving my buddies the rest of the way back to Sacramento as they hung out the car windows vomiting.