No Shoes...No Shirt...No Kristin
I have a new rule. When a restaurant has to put "No Shoes, No Shirt, No Service" in its doorway, combined with the infamous "Restrooms for Customers Only", this is not a good sign. My family loves Pho. Pho is Vietnamese noodle soup, my Vietnamese friends have told me it's the "McDonald's" of Vietnamese cuisine, but that's not important now.
We went to this pho restaurant with all the healthy warning signals (the above signage) blocking our path...yet still, we ventured in like we were completely ignorant of what awaited us. Here's my favorite part -- my kids get up to look at the fish tank and my son Jonah comes back with this horrified look on his face, "Mom, Mom! That is the grossest fish I ever saw in my life!" He's waving his hands in front of him as if to say, Go Back, Go Back!
"It's missing an eye and a fin. There's just a hole where the eye was! I think I'm gonna be sick."
Of course as my meal arrives all I can think is where is the eye? It's not in the soup is it?
We eat our meal in silence in homage to the eye, and I vow No Shoes, No Shirt, No Kristin because really, if you have to tell your clientele that it's inappropriate to dine barefoot, that about says it all.
This is my cousin Kevin's baby Kylie. : ) Happy New Year!!