Ethnic, ooooooh
Last night we went out to dinner with my parents and my brother. My brother is planning to spend the summer studying Kung-fu and meditation at a Shoulin monistary in China. He will learn to harnass his Chi. Then he will sell this information to Ford for their design of an eco-friendly Chi-drawn chariot.
We went for Afghan food, (who knew so trendy?) and the place was absolutely packed on a Tuesday night. In Afghanistan, Dan remarked, it's traditional to eat out on Tuesday instead of Saturday. The food was very spicy and tastey. Who knew they ate so good in all those little caves? No wonder they want to keep out the infadels.
My mother told the waiter NO BUTTER OR YOGURT, UNLESS ON THE SIDE, WE'RE ALERGIC TO DAIRY with that level of critical emphasis. When the waiter came back to deliver the bread, he placed the butter on the opposite side of the table with a grand gesture and said, "Not For You!" I laughed till i almost fell off my chair. Why be racist when those Afgans have such a good sense of mocking humor?