For the second time,
my friend Don said he wished it was 2005 again.
I teased him yet again about how meeting me was the highlight of his life? :P
"I mean, sure you met me, but I'm still in your life?" I told him.
"Haha. Of course,
chi (Vietnamese term of respect for older female)," he said.
Good answer! :P
Anyway, a few concerned IMs later and we briefly reminisced about our summer in Vietnam. Which led me to remember another memory from that summer and another tangential recipe I've had sitting in the queue.
This incident doesn't concern Don, but
another friend.
We were circling Truc Bach Lake, trying to find a restaurant that served
pho cuon (Vietnamese rice noodle rolls). We were on the right side of the lake -- the north, but the taxi driver kept driving around and around. We couldn't find the exact restaurant we were looking for so we finally just got out at a random
pho cuon restaurant.