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At the recommendation of a girlfriend for some quick and easy food we stopped in at Shanghai Cowgirl. The entire walk down Queen Street she just kept going on and on and on about how good the food was, the ridiculously labeled menu options, how nice the staff were, how much I was going to love it, blah, blah, blah...
It seemed decent enough at a glance when we first sat down. Then the waitress with the rockin' personality came over. Then the menu made me laugh. I order the Trailer Trash Sushi (a grilled chicken sandwich with wasabi mayo) and a glass of wine.
The wine was very generously served in a regular tumbler as opposed to a wine glass. Had I been anywhere else I would have frowned and probably found myself picking bits of cork out of it, but at this place it seemed appropriate (plus there was nothing floating in my glass). My chikin' sammie was delicious.
And in that moment I knew what happiness was. Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. So just go already.
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