We had a slight difference of opinion during lunch. Vietnamese or McDonald’s. East coast or West coast. The rivalry never ends. You know me, I’m all about representing the east coast flava. My homies DJ, Angus, Mike, Kathryn, and Ariel decided to go to the Vietnamese bakery for lunch. It’s called “Le Bakery” and it is pretty spectacular. They have Vietnamese sandwiches for less than $4. I kid you not. They are 8” loaves of crusty French baguettes baked fresh, pickled daikon and carrots with your choice of filling. They also have yummy pastries, Vietnamese snacks and bubble tea.
We were all looking forward to lunch, but Mike was experiencing a level of excitement that I had not seen before. I would describe his enthusiasm as somewhere between “I found a dollar” and “Christmas morning.” That kid just cracks me up. Later, Angus said that Mike had been talking about eating Vietnamese since he decided to go to Biloxi. But whereas Mike managed to put away an 8” Vietnamese po’boy, Angus plowed through that and three pastries, so I think it’s safe to say that Angus was pretty excited about Vietnamese too.
As we were eating, I noticed a picture on the wall. It was of the bakery after Katrina. The outside was a different color, and there were plywood boards over the windows. The owners had spray-painted a message on the wood:
“We will rise again. Even bread kneads time”
Friday, May 16, 2008
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