What Happens at Rainbow Dragon Stays at Rainbow Dragon

We here at the Shack, like many people, are big fans of Chinese food. Drunk or sober, it’s a pretty good bang for your buck. And as with a lot of the things we buy, there’s a fair amount of brand loyalty involved; for example, Drizzle has been known to enjoy a Diet Coke in between PBRs and the Old Man tends to prefer the Glass Slipper to the Foxy Lady. A Chinese food joint that we dig is the Rainbow Dragon on F Street here in Southie, which, among other things, is home to the famous “French Fry Fravy” ($3.95 for the french fries, 50 cents for the fravy).

This week, something happened at the Rainbow Dragon that deserves this blog’s attention. Despite the fact that I’m balls deep in census data right now, I’m prepared to provide that commentary, albeit in a brief manner.

The story goes like this, folks: 22-year-old mother of two Jessica Smith, along with her boyfriend Albert Moschella (35), took her two kids to Rainbow Dragon for dinner. They sat down and ordered drinks; White Russian for Albert, Sex on the Beach for Jessica, and Sprite and milk for the two kids. The waitress got the drinks and placed them in the center of the table. The kid who wanted milk – whose name is “Jadm” – grabbed the White Russian by accident and took a sip. Now, this kid is 2 years old, so he’s still got, what, like eight years until he starts hiding booze in his closet? Needless to say, turns out young Jadm doesn’t like vodka. Neither do I, Jadm. Innocent mistake.

That’s not the end of the story, though. I bet you’re wondering how I heard about this, since I usually don’t have the wherewithal to travel for food and therefore could not have been there to witness it. In fact, I read it in the Herald, because Jessica Smith called the police on the waitress, right then and there, from the booth at the Rainbow Dragon.

I’m going to keep this brief.

Jessica: are you forseriously? Are you really trying to shanghai us (haha!) out of our Chinese food place with a frivolous lawsuit? Because if you are, I’m afraid we have a problem. I don’t know you, and you don’t know me, but one can safely draw a few conclusions about what happened with you at the Rainbow Dragon from the content of that article, most of which are enumerated pretty well in the comments section. For my part, all I have to say is you better keep an eye on your alcoholic toddler, because if your negligence means that I can’t have any more french fry fravy, then expect a counter-lawsuit for emotional distress.

Smith & Moschella: SHIT LIST.