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The Homecoming

Friday we went to Chinatown and I got TJ a scarf and I got a couple more pashminas, which are fabulous, since they are both scarves and shawls. Handy. We went to an aquarium store in Chinatown so Trevor could gawk at the fish, and we asked the women there for a good restaurant nearby. Via a translating niece, a very nice Chinese woman told us that there was a Malaysian place around the corner that was tasty.

At Nonya, Trevor shocked me by selecting a shrimp dish, and I also had shrimp as per my usual custom and so we shared both and they were quite good, although our meals weren't even close to the best part of the meal. As a starter we got this Malaysian pancake thing that was all fluffy and 3-D and came with chicken curry dipping sauce. And, as if the pancake wasn't enough to win one over, the whole meal came with free hot tea, a lot of it. This was extra special awesome since it was FREEZING outside.

Then we wandered around Chinatown for a while, since I decided to search for chopsticks. Unfortunately, I had had way, way too much of the hot tea and so was about to pee my pants. This resulted into us ducking into another little cafe place (I don't remember the name, sorry), where we had some fried dumplings with condense milk sweet dipping sauce. Sweet, but no overwhelmingly so.

That night we ate at Les Halles, Anthony Bourdain's restaurant. It was pretty standard French brasserie fare, and even without a reservation, our wait was only about 15 minutes.

Then today I came home and am being forced to deal with the real world. This has been accompanied by a travel headache, so I'm pretty beat and hopefully going to bed very soon.

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