One of dad's stupid stupid friends the other day said Katrina happened because of all the gay people in New Orleans. I should've socked him a good one upside the head, tossed him out the car and gotten it done with, but instead I just tried to debate like some kind of smarty pansy ass who likes reading books and watches PBS or something. Sometimes I wish I was Irish just so I could get away with it better. If I were an Irishman I'd just hit people in the face all day long, because there's a never ending supply of people needing to be punched. God bless the Irish.
Last night I went to Bunker, which was pretty nice. When I got out of the car with Nicole in the parking lot we noticed a really nice smell in the air, and followed the source to this little Korean restaurant across the street from the club. There wasn't a word of english anywhere on the building, so I had no idea if it was an actual restaurant or like a meat market or back alley shoe store or something. But I stuck my head at the door and asked if they were open, to which one of the ladies inside said yes to and let us in (I guess it's a bad neighborhood, since they kept the door locked until a customer would come up). Upon entry we noticed this delicious-looking sizzling platter some people were picking at. One of the guys got up and shook my hand, saying "Ah! You like Korean food?", looking really happy to see a couple complete honkie strangers from outside Korea Town wanting to try out some of the stuff you won't see at Panda Express. The service was really wonderful, the food was dirt cheap, absolutely delicious, and they give you gigantic appetizers which are included in the tiny cost for the main dish.
I ordered spicy swan soup, because I figured if I bit into a swan before clubbing, I would absorb its graceful powers which would come in useful on the dancefloor. Nicole's beef soup was too spicy for her girly tongue tongue, so we got it to go and I promised the restaurant family I'd be back again someday. I mean holy crap it's right across from Das Bunker. The entire club needs to just empty out sometime and have dinner there.
Last night I went to Bunker, which was pretty nice. When I got out of the car with Nicole in the parking lot we noticed a really nice smell in the air, and followed the source to this little Korean restaurant across the street from the club. There wasn't a word of english anywhere on the building, so I had no idea if it was an actual restaurant or like a meat market or back alley shoe store or something. But I stuck my head at the door and asked if they were open, to which one of the ladies inside said yes to and let us in (I guess it's a bad neighborhood, since they kept the door locked until a customer would come up). Upon entry we noticed this delicious-looking sizzling platter some people were picking at. One of the guys got up and shook my hand, saying "Ah! You like Korean food?", looking really happy to see a couple complete honkie strangers from outside Korea Town wanting to try out some of the stuff you won't see at Panda Express. The service was really wonderful, the food was dirt cheap, absolutely delicious, and they give you gigantic appetizers which are included in the tiny cost for the main dish.
I ordered spicy swan soup, because I figured if I bit into a swan before clubbing, I would absorb its graceful powers which would come in useful on the dancefloor. Nicole's beef soup was too spicy for her girly tongue tongue, so we got it to go and I promised the restaurant family I'd be back again someday. I mean holy crap it's right across from Das Bunker. The entire club needs to just empty out sometime and have dinner there.
Audio: Tchaikovsky - Swan Lake
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