it’s sunday. the kind of lazy sunday whose cool rainy weather induces the most potent form of laziness worse than a virus outbreak. or maybe it’s just me, as i struggle to read this book about an alcoholic teenager recounting her experience of how cheap wines and hard liquor puts her in a euphorically drunken state where her own drunken thoughts fascinate her. something i can actually relate to when i’ve had a little too much to drink. even then, i still think too much. but i love how my thoughts swirl around in my head, blending into such an artistic mess that it can only be called art, abstract as it might be.
on this sober sunday, my thoughts still swirl. but they’re flying in the direction of melbourne. like birds taking flight and instinctively arranging themselves in a v-formation to escape the wrath of winter.
on this sunday, i’m thinking of springvale.
no, nevermind springvale.
i’m thinking of that little restaurant in springvale jeff and i consider an extension to our kitchen, as we go there almost every week. it’s called PHO AN, an authentic vietnamese restaurant with authentic vietnamese servers with their authentic vietnamese accent only jeff can imitate.
i’m thinking about their crispy chicken with red rice, which is SO GOOD it’s freakin’ awesome!!! and it comes with an equally yummy sauce that magically blends the taste of the chicken and the gingery sauce in your mouth.
i don’t think i’ll ever get tired of ordering their cripsy chicken, at the risk of me getting as fat as the genetically mutated chicken of kfc. (knock on wood!)
just as jeff can’t seem to get enough — and even daydreams — of their prawn rolls on sugarcane skewers sitting on a bed of white noodles which you eat wrapped around in lettuce and mint leaves. i forgot what it’s called. i’m merely describing it, as you can obviously tell.
geez. two food posts in a row. what is wrong with me?!