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Son of Forest Meat Returns!
Every time I make a post in which I speculate that I'm getting sick, I have to follow it up with a fresh one the next day, lest ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
monshu be led to believe that I am lying on a bed of pain at home. So here I am! Make some noise, y'all!
It seems to be all in my sinus, so maybe it's just allergies. Nevertheless, it's hard to resist treating any sign of a cold with hot soup, particularly now that the weather is cool and I'm living just over the border from Phở Country. Remember Forest Meat? I think I posted about the great chat I had with one of its new owners some months ago. The next time I tried to eat there, it was just past eight, yet they were closing up and I was shooed out, so I haven't been back despite seeing their prominent advertisements for their seafood soups every day on the way to work.
I ordered the vermicelli soups with pork and shrimp. Verdict? Pork tasty, if a little fatty. Noodles and broth delish, but they skimped on the add-ins: Just bean sprouts and lime, no mint or basil or sawtooth vegetable. But the shrimp were a definite disappointment, as mushy as taro.
And Linh, the chatty proprietress? She's out preggers according to a woman who I'll assume must be Anh. When I came in, there were two men conversing and smoking but not eating at another table and I remembered why I'd planned to do take out: My irritated sinuses can do without cigarette smoke. It was quiet, though, without a t.v. blaring or the usual cheesy Viet-pop until I'd sat down to wait for my food. Then came the disco beat. Followed by a remarkably familiar melody with completely unfamiliar lyrics.
It was a Vietnamese dance remix of the Once Upon a Time in China theme.
I started chuckling. Then I started humming along. When the Vietnamese men took note, I explained, "I know this song! It's from a movie!" Anh came out from behind the counter and we chatted briefly about Wong Feihung, Jet Li, and other touchstones of Cantonese cinema. (She hasn't seen Hero on the big screen yet, but she wants to.) The whole giddy experience did as much for my mood and state of health as the soup did.
monshu be led to believe that I am lying on a bed of pain at home. So here I am! Make some noise, y'all!It seems to be all in my sinus, so maybe it's just allergies. Nevertheless, it's hard to resist treating any sign of a cold with hot soup, particularly now that the weather is cool and I'm living just over the border from Phở Country. Remember Forest Meat? I think I posted about the great chat I had with one of its new owners some months ago. The next time I tried to eat there, it was just past eight, yet they were closing up and I was shooed out, so I haven't been back despite seeing their prominent advertisements for their seafood soups every day on the way to work.
I ordered the vermicelli soups with pork and shrimp. Verdict? Pork tasty, if a little fatty. Noodles and broth delish, but they skimped on the add-ins: Just bean sprouts and lime, no mint or basil or sawtooth vegetable. But the shrimp were a definite disappointment, as mushy as taro.
And Linh, the chatty proprietress? She's out preggers according to a woman who I'll assume must be Anh. When I came in, there were two men conversing and smoking but not eating at another table and I remembered why I'd planned to do take out: My irritated sinuses can do without cigarette smoke. It was quiet, though, without a t.v. blaring or the usual cheesy Viet-pop until I'd sat down to wait for my food. Then came the disco beat. Followed by a remarkably familiar melody with completely unfamiliar lyrics.
It was a Vietnamese dance remix of the Once Upon a Time in China theme.
I started chuckling. Then I started humming along. When the Vietnamese men took note, I explained, "I know this song! It's from a movie!" Anh came out from behind the counter and we chatted briefly about Wong Feihung, Jet Li, and other touchstones of Cantonese cinema. (She hasn't seen Hero on the big screen yet, but she wants to.) The whole giddy experience did as much for my mood and state of health as the soup did.