Today I tried the Vietnamese stir fry. I felt the first bite hit my stomach acid like a mento being dropped into a bottle of diet coke. After that came the dirty mashed potatoes. Apparently«dirty» in a dish here means they throw all the leftovers from the garbage yesterday into one. I’d rather eat cigarette butts off the street than this shit. As I typed that last sentence, I found a hair in my dirty mashed potatoes. So there’s that. That’s all I got today.