Vietnamese confusion


Tonight I was meant to go to a dinner at a Mexican restaurant, but instead we ended up at a Vietnamese bar serving American microbrews. This was a bit strange; in Singapore I can get better Vietnamese food than Mexican food, and the opposite holds true in Palo Alto, but perhaps we’re not focussed on maximising the utility of my dinner enough.

The food was more than passable. Well, I had a grapefruit salad (my second salad of the day) and some soup, and the irony was that I’d turned down quesadillas a few hours before because I was getting Mexican for dinner. And instead, no Mexican food at all this week. Well, apart from gorging myself on Chipotle, although perhaps that counts as generic-Californian and not Mexican at all. All these burritos are very, very confusing.

Afterwards, I walked home rather forlornly. It’s very cold in Palo Alto tonight (as cold as 18 degrees, no less) and I made a detour via Chipotle, but it had been shut for an hour by the time I reached its hallowed doors. My wife tried to cheer me up with video of my youngest standing up and walking around, but I was numbed by the pain that is called life. I returned to my hotel room, a sad and broken man.

However, there were pretzels to eat. So nothing is really as bad as it seems.

Tomorrow, I fly back to Singapore with an unfeasible amount of olive oil in my suitcase. This should be fun.


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