What a low key weekend I had. Basically, I just cleaned house, ran errands, watched a lot of TV, took a couple strolls around the 'hood, and went to dinner on Saturday.
Saturday night's dinner was had at a Vietnamese restaurant for Pho' soup (is that redundant?). Been a long time since I had Vietnamese food and it was so worth the 20 minute drive. I know you're all wondering what I ordered so I'll tell you that I got the "Super Bowl", which had skrimps, beef, squid, white fish, meat ball, tripe, and beef tendon. I was feeling a little daring so I thought I'd try the tendon, and if you've never had it, lemme tell you that it tastes like Styrofoam soaked in chicken broth.....in a word: disgusting. The rest of the soup was super delish and only cost around $7 [wheeeeee!].
After dinner we drove over to my favorite Indian sweet shop in Artesia (aka Little India), Ambala Sweets (another place I haven't been to in years). All throughout elementary school and junior high, I was best friends with an Indian boy (Partha, where are you?), so I am very familiar with Indian dishes (especially desserts). Little India is crazy busy on a Saturday night, yet I was a little surprised when I walked into the bakery to see the huge ass line (basically a mass of people). It would've taken us at least 15 minutes before being served and I wasn't in the mood to wait, so we left empty handed [booo!].
Something that normally happens to me on a nearly daily basis happened in that sweet shop, but I wasn't prepared for it. Once I walked in, all eyes were on me. It was as if the Elephant Man had just walked through the door. Since I was the only non-Indian in the place, I apparently was the one to watch. Such a strange, unfamiliar feeling. It took, literally, all of my strength to not strike poses for these people, 'cause you know that's just what they were wanting [smirk!].
Hope ya'll had a good weekend!