Sonic, the speed at which you will want to leave.

Hey guys, I'm diverting from my normal post to share this. It's nothing new that I tried, I just wanted to share my thoughts on Sonic.

That’s right, Sonic. We’ve all seen the commercials, which I enjoy. But, when is the last time you were at a Sonic, actually, when is the last time you seen a Sonic?!?! I guess the more appropriate question is, when is the last time you had to go visit your uncle Jimbo in Bakersfield for Thanksgiving, since it’d be too much of a hassle for him to transport his 7 kids and 3 ex-sister-in-laws to a more decent city. (I’m sure there are more than rednecks in Bakersfield) Let’s get back on track.

The actual reason this came about is because I went to Sonic not too long ago, the one in Gilroy, an hour before Warrior Dash. Seeing the signs for this restaurant reminded me of how amazing the commercials are and how good the food looked. Gotta say, I would have been more upset at my visit if it wasn’t for nearly taking out one of those skating servers pulling out of the drive thru. Needless to say…I was less than impressed. I had one of those foot long Coney Chili Dogs with onion, which sounded like heaven. It could have tasted like heaven too, had I been fed Cocker Spaniel food my whole life, (I’m convinced this is why that damn dog throws up all the time). If you want a good hotdog, hit up Costco, $1.50 for a dog and drink??? WINNING! This experience led me to another question; How are they still around?

It only took about 2 minutes to figure out, and it’s very clear. It’s all about exclusivity and the human desire of things they don’t have. Basically, Sonic has mind f*cked us all into thinking they have something desirable by secluding themselves in random po-dunk towns and advertising cool drink combos and servers on magical skates to people elsewhere. I can make cherry limeade too SPOILER ALERT, cherry Kool-Aid + Sprite, blow me. It’s a perfect scheme, especially for the one in Gilroy, for a number of reasons. #1 – who goes to Gilroy other than to shop and eat? #2 – there is always a new batch of unsuspecting travelers making their way to the Bay or LA that have seen the commercials and will be amazed that they actually found a Sonic, #3 – people want what they don’t have (even if that which evades them, is crap food).
So I say, bravo Sonic, for being a survivor in this fast food world. You don’t need to adhere to crazy competitive schemes like a Dollar Menu to attract customers. And in the same breath, shame on you Sonic, for tricking people into eating at your terrible establishment with promises of food. Happy eating.

Bun Bo Wait a Minute (Bun Bo Hue)

Hey hey hey!!

How's it going, you handful of people that read my blog. It has been quite some time, I know. But I haven't been compelled to write about anything until recently. So, there isn't a lack of material, just a lack of dedication on my part, and I apologize for that. That being said, let's get into this unexpected adventure I stumbled into on wednesday at lunch.

Based on my friends that said they like it, the area the restaurant was located in and my inability to pronounce the menu item I ordered, I should have known that I was in for something surprisingly terrible. Strolled into this typical Vietnamese restaurant at lunch time; tons of tables, quick seating and full of middle aged business men, and all this with great expectations. All of this was taken in while sitting down since, before I really have time to assess my surroundings, we were seated.

I really thought I was just going to get some Pho (I was getting over a cold, it'll never be a regular lunch choice). But looking through the menu, I couldn't find it and in my futile search, came across Bun Bo Hue. It must have been the comfort of familiarity that made me order it. Actually, that was the case, as well as the perfectly censored description of my soon to be meal. Tell me this doesn't sound appetizing: Spicy Beef and Pork Rice noodle soup. That sounds like a winner, no matter what type of restaurant I'm in. So, I went for it.

Pretty shortly after ordering, bowl of soup was coming to the table and I was excited about trying something new that I was going to enjoy. That excitement and anticipation ended very abruptly when I laid eyes on my "food". When I saw the contents of the bowl, I thought back to the details of the menu and was supremely upset about the lack of specificity.

Rhetorical Pop Quiz...I guess you can answer if you want, and this counts for 100% of you overall class grade. Topic is, what was in my soup.

1.) Fill in the blank - Pork ______. NOTE - There may be more than one correct answer, (I hated test questions like that)

a. Shoulder

b. Butt

c. Blood

d. Part with skin containing hair follicles still attached

I will admit, they all sound pretty strange, however, if C & D didn't pop out at you as the obvious choice...well, you probably would enjoy Bun Bo Hue, or you don't understand how I write. Either of which is perfectly acceptable.

I tried my best to hide my bewilderment...but my reluctance to try the meat was screaming, "HOLY CRAP, WITH DID I ORDER?!?!" After attempting to mask the flavor that my mind was conjuring with hot sauce, I apologized to my stomach and knew I would go through the rest of the day hungry. Now that my 5 steps of grief were through, I put that pig blood on the spladel, (that is what i call the spoon/ladle that Asian restaurants give you with soup), and powered through. Imagine tofu, slightly more dense. That is what it was like, it wouldn't have been that bad...except for the small fact that I knew it was blood. And I'm sorry, but I couldn't even attempts the meat/hairy skin pork. Couldn't do it.

There you have it folks, Bun Bo Hue caught me like Mayweather after touching gloves. Don't worry, there is more fun to be had, you know why??? Cuz I'm starving. Stay hungry, everyone.