You walk in, and it smells just like Lee-Lee Market. There is outdated furniture and decor. There is a constant Din of Vietnamese being spoken in the back and front of house. The menu is covered in things that you cannot pronounce and quite frankly have no idea what they are. There is something called "Squid Sauce" on the table. This place has got to kick some serious ass right? NO! No. It does not have to.
Enough already. Just Stop it. Just because some place has a weird vibe and seams out of this world does not mean that it is amazing or even good. It means that you should give it a fair shake just like everything else. When you look past the glamor of being unglamorous you soon realize that this place is mediocre at best.
I had the Chicken in Lemon Grass sauce and you know what? It was edible. And I ate it. I also had the Thai Iced tea and I drank it as well. But that was it. Nothing more and nothing less. I know when something tastes good and I refuse to chalk this one up to being an unsophisticated dolt (In reality, I am am exactly that, but my tongue and tummy do not know me very well. So let's keep this between us).
I have done it a thousand times before. "Well, this place is really foreign and weird, so let's go there and be hip!" Well today I draw a line in the sand and make a stand.
Here is the beginning of my food manifesto!
1.Good food is universal. If something does not taste good, it does not taste good.
And...Hmm...Well... That got off to a good start and then lost steam after my first demand. Well, Ted Kaczynski I am not.