Abort, Retry, Fail?
Montreal, Canada.
The restaurant where we had lunch was full. People came in, people ate, people went, and more people poured in to flood freshly vacated spaces. A production line of stomachs being filled.
What I found disturbing however, were the banners of Chinese words which were hanging from the ceiling. Every time I looked up from my scrumptious soup, my eyes were naturally drawn to these, presumably because I could read them. So everytime I glanced up, the sign towards my left announced in big, black, broad strokes: NOODLES. That was quite okay, it was just that next to NOODLES, another sign said, very seriously: HARMONIOUS ATMOSPHERE, or something to that effect. Harmonious noodles just make me think twice about eating ...
The fortune cookie I got was cool though: Your future is as boundless as the lofty sky.
Howzat, hmm?
Oh, I forgot to mention that I met some of the very cool YULBloggers on Wednesday night, and inevitably, a bunch of cameras. Completely uncharacteristic of me, I took no photos. Must've been something in the beer.
Posted by sniffles at September 06, 2002 11:51 PM