Thanks, Mongolian BBQ!
This is actually hilarious.
“Everything’s going to work out!”
…
“Except those lucky numbers. You ain’t gettin’ those.”
THE FRUIT
Y’ALL, they have Fruitopia up here!
WTF is Fruitopia, you ask? This.
This gave me a serious nostalgia trip. Fruitopia was something I used to drink a lot of in junior high because it was in one of the vending machines in the cafeteria. Mongolian BBQ also used to have it in their mini fridge. The green flavor always tasted SO GOOD with noodles, yo.
Edit: the green flavor is called Kiwiberry Ruckus. They don’t have that flavor up here, but they have something called Raspberry Kiwi Karma, which might be the same. I’m so tempted to get some and try it, haha.
Anyway.
Do you believe in signs?
My cousin Bobby’s in town checking out the University of Idaho, so he, my dad, and I, went to Mongolian BBQ for dinner tonight.
This was my fortune:
Technically, Ottawa is further south than Moscow…
BBQ!
OH YEAH, I totally forgot to mention this yesterday: I found a place up here that’s freakishly similar to Moscow’s Mongolian BBQ. Not too surprising given the eclectic mosh of cultures in Vancouver, but still. I was excited.
It’s called the Great Han Mongolian BBQ, and within it has the same idea as Moscow’s BBQ. Find a seat, get a bowl, accumulate veggies, meat, noodles, and sauce, and let the chef cook it on the round hot grill.
The noodles are totally different and have a weird texture, but they’re actually really good.
Anyway. Just a recommendation of a place to acquire tasty BBQ if you’re ever in Vancouver.
Also, some nostalgia for you all:
I distinctly remember exchanging many an unintelligible “Aaron Burr!” with my friends in elementary school after we’d all seen this commercial. Fun times.
I have the best roommates in the world
God, my roomies are freaking great. So it has now been determined that Friday nights must be spent going to the dollar store and getting noodles at Mongolian BBQ. Along with a lot of other strange perverted stuff that we probably shouldn’t be doing but are doing anyway.
Why didn’t I ever meet Lanky before this? And who would have thought that Sean’s brother could be just as cool as Sean, but in a completely different way?
Yay.
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