Lunchtime.I was going to go to my "usual" Vietnamese place for some pho on Jones,
but this place right next to Dottie's caught my eye.
When I walked in, half of the peoples' heads were wrapped.
Everyone looked at me for a few seconds,
as though I was a tourist that had gotten lost.
I knew it had to be good.
They pulled out a spare table and sat me in the middle of the restaurant
as all of the other tables were occupied.
The stereo on top of the drink cooler was loud,
the smell of cumin was strong.
It's kind of odd being the whitest person in a restaurant,
and not being very white yourself
to begin with.
I liked it.
And sure enough, the food was good.
But I now know to chew very gingerly when eating curry.
Almost broke my teeth on chicken bones three times.
Shalimar, Shalimar, Shalimar.
