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A-men sister. I feel exactly the same way about Asia cafe and have the same experience there. And, I feel that way about Valentine's Day as well. When I eat at Asia Cafe, I have a vision of myself 30 years from now still eating at Asia Cafe in the same manner. Alone. As response to Hemingway's "A Clean, Well Lighted Place" someone should write "A Dingy, Dim and Lonely Place." It's like an airport bar at 3 am in there, 24/7. All loners, all transient, all tolerating the food and not knowing why they're there. The sidewalk outside may be bright, the people passing to-and-fro purposeful, while the interior is a thousand miles away, stagnant, the ghost town after the railroad quit running. It's like, don't the proprietors visit other Franklin Street establishments? Haven't they heard of sconces? Fresh veggies? Local brews? No, nothing like that. They'll stick with mall-caliber fare, thank you very much. It's been working for years, why change now?
I think I used to go there with JG and PP. Maybe I'm thinking of somewhere else. They'd always get hot and sour soup and rice. I'd get a regular entree.Let's not go there the next time I visit.Also, you should get a cat.
Weirdly enough, I was with Elrond the last time I ate at Asia Cafe. The food there tastes like a bus station smells.
I think it would be funny to hang out in Asia Cafe, just as an experiment. Get a pot of tea, set up your laptop, read, and just sort of set up camp. The other clientele might even be amused. Does anyone remember their lucky bamboo phase? They attempted to sell lucky bamboo (little plants) in small ceramic vases. They eventually all died. This parallels their experience with pet fish as well. Nothing thrives in Asia Cafe.J is allergic to cats. I really prefer other people's cats for now.
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A-men sister. I feel exactly the same way about Asia cafe and have the same experience there. And, I feel that way about Valentine's Day as well. When I eat at Asia Cafe, I have a vision of myself 30 years from now still eating at Asia Cafe in the same manner. Alone. As response to Hemingway's "A Clean, Well Lighted Place" someone should write "A Dingy, Dim and Lonely Place." It's like an airport bar at 3 am in there, 24/7. All loners, all transient, all tolerating the food and not knowing why they're there. The sidewalk outside may be bright, the people passing to-and-fro purposeful, while the interior is a thousand miles away, stagnant, the ghost town after the railroad quit running. It's like, don't the proprietors visit other Franklin Street establishments? Haven't they heard of sconces? Fresh veggies? Local brews? No, nothing like that. They'll stick with mall-caliber fare, thank you very much. It's been working for years, why change now?
I think I used to go there with JG and PP. Maybe I'm thinking of somewhere else. They'd always get hot and sour soup and rice. I'd get a regular entree.
Let's not go there the next time I visit.
Also, you should get a cat.
Weirdly enough, I was with Elrond the last time I ate at Asia Cafe. The food there tastes like a bus station smells.
I think it would be funny to hang out in Asia Cafe, just as an experiment. Get a pot of tea, set up your laptop, read, and just sort of set up camp. The other clientele might even be amused.
Does anyone remember their lucky bamboo phase? They attempted to sell lucky bamboo (little plants) in small ceramic vases. They eventually all died. This parallels their experience with pet fish as well. Nothing thrives in Asia Cafe.
J is allergic to cats. I really prefer other people's cats for now.
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