So… as I have blogged about incessantly, I got back from an awesome vacation in Malaysia, where I had little to do besides feed myself and get massages. The food part was amazing. Gene and I discussed before leaving how much fun it would be to be total shits and say things like “Oh yes, the chicken satay here in America is fine, but for real satay you MUST go to Hole in the Wall Restaurant in Kuala Lumpur!”.
That said, why did I just eat the two entree meal from Panda Express and like it more than any of the Asian food I had in actual Asia?
Sorry, food snobs.