My Holidays

Jan 05, 2007 13:33

During the Holidays (Yule for us, Christmas for everyone else there) we rented a Prius and drove it into deepest, darkest Mormonville, USA. That freakish snowstorm that shut down Colorado ( Read more... )

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shavenwarthog January 5 2007, 22:57:26 UTC
Urban Dictionary to the rescue.

Jello belt? eeew.

When I was homesick in Ireland, I tried their version of Chinese food. Of course it was rather different than 'merican "Chinese food", which is not very Chinese at all. It was interesting comparing how a single dish gets translated into each culture.

What, you didn't post the best picture? Put it in a friends only post! In exchange, just for you, I'll link you a horrible picture of me. Back when I had a beard, a beard the size of a crazed marmot on my chin: http://shavenwarthog.com/photos/?album=misc&pic=john-pirate_med.jpg

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viscerotika January 6 2007, 05:47:59 UTC
See...I was blessed to grow up in an American city with a huge asian population and authentic restaurants. Sometimes too authentic. I know what dog and cat tastes like. You would think it would be cheap but its always the most expensive thing because it is a gamble with the health department. I can smell a place that cooks cat from a mile away. So stringy, yet so greasy.Ick.

I stick to the lemongrass vermicelli and pho.

I will post the pic when I get on the other computer.

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shavenwarthog January 6 2007, 19:03:08 UTC
I fell in love! I fell in love, with Thai food, after my first lemongrass soup. Oh, so good.

200 feet from my apartment is a string of tiny food places. There's pizza, burritos, Greek, hamburgers, and Thai, all within about 75 feet. Alas they're all rather mediocre, as it's bulk food for the beach crowd, but it does try to create an international area.

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lomonthang January 6 2007, 04:20:16 UTC
...and on that day, I was rendered absolutely speechless by the notion of Guadalahonkian Donkey Punch Dip.

*stares in amazement*

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viscerotika January 6 2007, 05:55:20 UTC
Yet you know that when the dune buggies of the red sand dunes of Bryce Canyon call you, the first eatery you patronize will be Guadalahonky's.

The best bit was that the place was packed, and no one had any idea that anything was wrong. Really, deeply, spiritually wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong. No one.

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