We're not in kansas anymore
|first of all. hurray for freaking cingular/at&t for getting the stupid MMS stuff to work again, only took a freakin week (which i'll recap later)...now onto this evening....
tonite i ended up driving to san jose but i didn't get there until 9:30. we didn't know what we wanted for dinner and ended up deciding that we'd get pho or something (there are a million of them near randall's house). we've only been to beef noodle #1 (now with chicken) and decided that we wanted to try something new. so we drove down the road and bit and saw a restuarant with a grand opening sign underneath it. that sounded as good as anything else, and the neon sign in the window said "vietnamese chinese thai cusine" and "open" so we went there. when we got there, there were a bunch of guys hanging around outside, two guys selling flowers and two beefy security gaurds. maybe that should have been a clue, but we're not very good detectives and we went in.
when we walked in we were bombarded by the LOUD LOUD sound of vietnamese karaoke. they asked us how many and we said 2. then the waitress (who was dressed in a crazy short skirt and lingerie style camisole) said (at least i think she said) "this is like a bar, and it also has food." i said okay and we sat down.
the place was packed. every table was full of middle-aged vietnamese guys, vietnamese hipsters, and everything in between (that is vietnamese). when we sat down we realized that randall was the only white guy in the entire building. and i think i was the only girl who wasn't a size 2. talk about sticking out like a sore thumb...
then the waitress asked if we wanted something to drink, we settled on two bottles of heineken. then she handed us the menu and said "here's a menu, but you won't be able to read it. it's in vietnamese." then she asked what we wanted. how the hell were we supposed to know? she ended up picking something for us. beef cube and french fries. i really didn't want french fries. but we said sure and then i said, "i want something different than him" (pointing to randall). but the waitress told us it would be enough food for two. so much for noodle soup...as an aside, i find it amazing that a restaurant in america can make it without having to have a menu in english. it really says something about this area. i'm not surprised by it, just amazed.
the food that arrived was alright (but not worth the 17 dollars we paid for it). the beef was really tender and the sauce was just right, but french fries? surely they're from a giant bag from cost-co...
dining was an interesting experience. this place is really just a bar disguised as a restaurant. a karaoke bar to boot. the microphone would make it's way around the bar and people would sing directly from their tables. one table sang for way too long, off key too. i kept wishing someone would take the mic away from them.
will we go back to mien trang for dinner? maybe, but first we'll have to learn vietnamese...
oh and randall said the entire time, he kept waiting for someone to come up to him and say, "you're kind ain't welcome here."
Posted by pocketpig at December 10, 2004 11:20 PM
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