Halt! Friend or Pho?

[unixronin]

I've just been reminded of the occasion upon which I was persuaded to meet some fellow ICB geeks for lunch at a pho house in north San José.  (During the course of this lunch I discovered that I find pho noodles to be horrible inedible mush ... but I digress.)

I looked down the menu at the available pho selections, and saw one with eggs.

"Hmm," I thought, "eggs are good."  So I ordered that.

"Are you sure?" the waiter wanted to know.  He proceeded to explain to me, in English that wasn't so much broken as shattered, that what I'd ordered had eggs in it, and managed to convey that chickens were somehow involved in the transaction.

"Yes," I said.  "I like eggs."

Well, shortly afterward, my intended lunch arrived.  It did, indeed, contain eggs.  This is the point at which I discovered the key detail which neither the waiter nor the menu had managed to adequately convey, which was that the eggs in question were still on the production line and — as a matter of fact — still attached to the means of production.

Trust me on this:  There are some very strange things inside a chicken.

Comments

[ilcylic.livejournal.com]

I like pho. But yeah, there are occasionally things in varieties of pho that really fail to appeal to me. But I'd probably try them, at least once.

-Ogre

[elegantelbow.livejournal.com]

*twitch*

Was it "The Mother and Child Reunion"?

[unixronin.livejournal.com]

Nope, it was someplace in San Jose or Santa Clara.