After a beautiful day of football in the crisp, dawn of spring-like sunshine--multiple touchdowns, game-changing plays, victory--Pete was famished; so he headed to Nicky's Vietnamese on Atlantic between Hoyt and Smith for some bahn mi(s). Yes, Pete did it like Ernie Banks--he played two. The first was the classic: roast pork, pickled carrots, daikon, cilantro, jalapeno, etc. The second one: pork chop. Succulent. The bahn mi is the encapsulation of why races should mix. European packaging, Asian flavor. Pete's one complaint about the bahn mi is that the bread cuts the inner roof of his mouth like Apple Jacks and Fruit Loops do (used to do). The owners' parents were there too. Pete loves when a cute woman is very polite to him--almost flirty--and then rips into a staccato, machine-gun fire argument with her parents in a language as foreign to him as light beer and skim milk.
Stompin' At The Savoy
4 years ago