A funk phenomenon

I am in a funk. My mood is swinging and I am tired and hungry for some Chinese food. Good Chinese food, like the kind you get in San Diego in the Asian part of town. The kind that you are not sure exactly what you are eating because the menu is in Cantonese or Japanese, and you are trusting the waitress to bring you something good that doesn't cost over ten dollars. I want the kind of waitress that doesn't even exactly know what you are saying and nods her head just a little too hard to reassure you, dear round eye, that it will indeed be what you want.
In a funk.