We'd made plans last week to get long-overdue drinks with our friend/co-worker Vivian last night. What initially started out as just that quickly evolved into a full-fledged adventure involving two more of our co-workers Akil and Sheryl. As Vivian and I huddled together to get things lit, Jesse went to fetch Akil and Sheryl from the office. The alley around Hon's Wonton Shop: "This reminds me of finding my basketball team hiding somewhere smoking" - Akil, upon discovering me and Vivian in the alleyway. Sheryl, as always, looked like she couldn't be happier to see us, which is as flattering as it is puzzling, as I'm not even sure I would ever be that happy to see my own self. Park in the middle of Chinatown, filled with old Asian men: Smoke break Chong Xing Xiao Mian Noodz is goodz, as Jesse and I often like to say. And boy did they hit the spot! We got the Tan Tan Noodles, which are spicy, saucy, and swimming in flavor (and oil, did
adventures of an ordinary couple of regular people