This afternoon, I had the pleasure of having lunch at Pho Vietnam with Alicublog commenters Derelict (who is anything but), gocart mozart (who needs to update his Weather Chart more often, and mds (who works on the campus of the Prestigious Bastion of Prestige that I attended). I love putting the faces and the names to the 'nyms, and having an opportunity to hang out with three of the smartest snarkers of one of the smartest snarkpits on the intert00bz was an absolute joy.
Oh, and the pho was delicious as well, a nice fragrant broth fortified with noodles and beef (I got the variety with the tripe and tendons, because I'm a "rooter to tooter" diner) and flavored with a handful of basil, cilantro, and bean sprouts. The service was impeccable, and we weren't rushed out of the place after our lunch- we did linger for some excellent Vietnamese coffee (I had the iced coffee, and gcmz had a hot cup of coffee, brewed to order using a cup-top filter that I now covet- I love coffee paraphernalia, and one of these cute little filters would be a great companion for my French press, espresso pot, and mundane American coffee maker.
Thanks to Derelict for putting together this little get-together, I enjoyed it immensely. If any readers are ever in the general vicinity of New York City, please mention it. I love these sort of meetings.
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Just the three of youse?
I counted four. By the way BBB, I'll have you know I update my blog 2-3 times a year whether it needs it or not.
Did you know that dear hair is hollow?
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"... having an opportunity to hang out with three of the smartest snarkers of one of the smartest snarkpits on the intert00bz was an absolute joy."
Back atcha, BBBB. And don't worry, the secret that you're actually small, nice, well-coiffed and legitimate is safe with me. I hope you will offer the same courtesy to the fact that I'm a velociraptor with braces.
I worked on that campus, too. You shoulda seen us, the week we changed all the mattresses on those 5 floor walkups...
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Oooops. Didn't register mds because it's a short nym w/o upper-case letters. (That's what I'm going w/, anyway.)
Did you know that dear hair is hollow?
Why, I did, even though I am not an authority on hair.
Back atcha, BBBB. And don't worry, the secret that you're actually small, nice, well-coiffed and legitimate is safe with me. I hope you will offer the same courtesy to the fact that I'm a velociraptor with braces.
Good thing that I have my factotum, Gunther, to stand in for me in photos.
I worked on that campus, too. You shoulda seen us, the week we changed all the mattresses on those 5 floor walkups...
One of these days, I'll have to tell you about my job cleaning out a Civil Defense bomb shelter. Being broke-ass students, we took some of the "survival ration" crackers baked in 1963. They tasted like Play-Doh smells.
Oooops. Didn't register mds because it's a short nym w/o upper-case letters. (That's what I'm going w/, anyway.)
I chalked it up to your brain being on fire.
Sounds beautiful. I'm usually in the specific vicinity of NYC, not incidentally. Connecticut's a bit of a challenge. Maybe next time?
Didn't register mds because it's a short nym
Is he a metric or a non-metric MDS? Not that I'm prejudiced.
We have one of those metal coffee filters. The important thing is not to use it with Vietnamese coffee. because they mainly grow Robusta beans (which is why they flavour it with vanilla and drink it with condensed milk).
Across the border, the Laotians are happy to make coffee by pouring the hot water into a muslin sock full of grounds. But the grounds are hill-country-grown Arabica coffee so NOM NOM
Sounds beautiful. I'm usually in the specific vicinity of NYC, not incidentally. Connecticut's a bit of a challenge. Maybe next time?
I'm in Yonkers, one of these days, we should grab a beer.
Across the border, the Laotians are happy to make coffee by pouring the hot water into a muslin sock full of grounds. But the grounds are hill-country-grown Arabica coffee so NOM NOM
My brother Vincenzo participated in some joint maneuvers with the Thai military on the Laotian border, and he raved about Laotian cuisine. One of the soldiers in his unit was a Mexican-American guy who got into a chile-eating contest with his Thai counterparts. My brother laughed as he recounted this guy eating a pepper and quipping, "I'm in pain, and I'm in ecstasy."
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