
Out on the hunt for Jen's new seating arrangement, we encountered some crazy shit this weekend (I'll keep count for you).
First, the Plano Bazaar. As some guy yelled "Miguelito!" over and over again, we looked for DFW Furniture Direct. We also found a baby Jesus statue (two) that I wish I'd had my camera on hand for. Lying prone, he, with locks of luxurious brown curls, had his arms in position and an expression on his face that seemed to say, "Who me? Sorry!" in a ho-hum sort of sit-com way. Awesome. And he was two-feet long.
Then we discovered the
pho place.
Pho Que Huong--which is not as cool pronunciation-wise as Pho Kim, but still has a nice ring to it upon first glance--had some dynamite Pho for a chain eatery. And it was cheap. Jen and I put away some pork
gòi cuõn, bbq meatballs, pho and
cà phê sû'a dá (pardon my accent marks, some of them are proving elusive) for about $10.50 a piece before tip. Now, just cut it down to one appetizer or none, go with water instead of the coffee and it'd be an even cheaper and still freakin' hearty lunch. Plus, we overheard stripper talk (three), saw some guys hanging out listening to Tejano by one of those windmill fill-up-your-water-jug places (four) and then found the furniture place where Jen procured her seatery. Success!
We then proceeded to get lost (five) on the back way to IKEA where, batteries are hard to find but extra stuff you don't really need to buy right then isn't. We did, however, leave with cups of icey lingonberry soda, which we did so very much need. Delicious.
Labels: food, local awesomeness, weird