a Vancouverite's acknowledgment of life as it whizzes by the window of a nondescript apartment on the 2nd floor
Tuesday, February 1, 2005
My dad's childhood curry noodles found on Anson Road. Good but we had to eat it at a filthy market. Had to sit right next to an open stall selling meat. It was disgusting. I left to wait in the car after 5 minutes. Bon Apetite.
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