Sick and stuffed up as I am, I thought Vietnamese for dinner sounded like a brilliant idea. I stopped in at the place around the corner to see if I could get a take-out menu.
"No take out," the manager said to me. "This nice restaurant."
Well, all righty then.
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i love vietnamese ffod.
do you do the fish sauce?
Obviously they didn't float across the Pacific on a picnic table just to open some second rate greasy take out joint.
Though a good Mexican-Chinese place sounds divine.
i remember telling my new to the city roomie that, you know, *every* restaurant delivers. They have to. People don't leave their apartments when it's not the spring. he was amazed at all the opportunities.
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