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Scenes from a noodle house, Part I
Mar. 30th, 2009 11:06 amSo I spent most of my weekend gradually getting a little less sick.
Friday I worked my OT, Saturday was Job #2 (as usual) and Sunday was the Auto Show. But on the way, we stopped at Quang.
Sitting down
About 90 seconds after getting inside
B: Well THAT was quick.
Me: Tell me 'bout it!
B: They told us it would be five minutes.
Me: I know--and next thing you know, someone's calling 'Abdul' with an Asian accent!
B: We haven't come here in FAR too long.
Me: You think? I've been dreaming about Pho all week!
B: And getting here was easy enough.
Me: I always had a hard time getting here from Lake Street.
B: *funny look*
Me: Uhhhhhhhhh...I suppose the great big-ass 'This way to Nicollet' signs would help. You know, when I read and FOLLOW them and all.
B: Now that you know tho?
Me: Yeah, yeah. Not a problem.
B: *looks at menu*
Me: I know what I'm gettin!
B: *pout* Don't forget a-boat me.
Me: Sorry. *opens up menu too*
B: Do they have a lettuce wrap appetizer like Ngong?
Me: No. But they have wings. That should work.
B: Are you gonna eat them too?
Me: I dunno. I'm having a spring roll and it looks like I can actually score a Bahn Mi.
B: You mean the sandwiches on the wall?
Me: Yes, and FINALLY. If you come for dinner, they're always out.
B: *keeps looking thru menu* This table is awfully close to the other one.
Me: Yeah. I think it was actually a table for four before we got here.
B: If we could just scooch our table a little farther away...
Me: Uh ohhhhh.
*Stern-faced sixty-something couple sits down there*
B: Oooooooh.
Me: Exactly.
B: *whispers* If we do it now, it will look like...
Me: ...we don't like them or something.
B: Yeah.
Me: We have to time it just right.
Waitress: Welcome to Quang. Here are your menus.
Them: Thank you--
Us: Now!
*slight, slight slight scooch ensues*
B: A little better, huh?
Me: They don't seem too thrilled to be next to uh--
B: T-shirt wearing commoners like us?
Me: Yeah, something like that.
B: We'll scooch a bit more when they order.
Me: They'll be looking down.
B: About ten minutes from now, we'll be sitting next to the wall over there.
Me: They won't even notice!
B: Extra points if you steal their bottle of Sriracha too!
Friday I worked my OT, Saturday was Job #2 (as usual) and Sunday was the Auto Show. But on the way, we stopped at Quang.
Sitting down
About 90 seconds after getting inside
B: Well THAT was quick.
Me: Tell me 'bout it!
B: They told us it would be five minutes.
Me: I know--and next thing you know, someone's calling 'Abdul' with an Asian accent!
B: We haven't come here in FAR too long.
Me: You think? I've been dreaming about Pho all week!
B: And getting here was easy enough.
Me: I always had a hard time getting here from Lake Street.
B: *funny look*
Me: Uhhhhhhhhh...I suppose the great big-ass 'This way to Nicollet' signs would help. You know, when I read and FOLLOW them and all.
B: Now that you know tho?
Me: Yeah, yeah. Not a problem.
B: *looks at menu*
Me: I know what I'm gettin!
B: *pout* Don't forget a-boat me.
Me: Sorry. *opens up menu too*
B: Do they have a lettuce wrap appetizer like Ngong?
Me: No. But they have wings. That should work.
B: Are you gonna eat them too?
Me: I dunno. I'm having a spring roll and it looks like I can actually score a Bahn Mi.
B: You mean the sandwiches on the wall?
Me: Yes, and FINALLY. If you come for dinner, they're always out.
B: *keeps looking thru menu* This table is awfully close to the other one.
Me: Yeah. I think it was actually a table for four before we got here.
B: If we could just scooch our table a little farther away...
Me: Uh ohhhhh.
*Stern-faced sixty-something couple sits down there*
B: Oooooooh.
Me: Exactly.
B: *whispers* If we do it now, it will look like...
Me: ...we don't like them or something.
B: Yeah.
Me: We have to time it just right.
Waitress: Welcome to Quang. Here are your menus.
Them: Thank you--
Us: Now!
*slight, slight slight scooch ensues*
B: A little better, huh?
Me: They don't seem too thrilled to be next to uh--
B: T-shirt wearing commoners like us?
Me: Yeah, something like that.
B: We'll scooch a bit more when they order.
Me: They'll be looking down.
B: About ten minutes from now, we'll be sitting next to the wall over there.
Me: They won't even notice!
B: Extra points if you steal their bottle of Sriracha too!
