My son likes to take me to dinner at places I would never go. That includes just about everywhere, so he has a lot of options. Recently we went to a Thai restaurant and decided to try their pho. In case you don’t know, pho is a Vietnamese dish. In fact, the internet tells me it is the national dish of Vietnam. I asked a few questions and found that the Thai version is slightly different and it is the only dish that they eat with chopsticks.
Since the drink he ordered looked so good I decided to try something that I think has the word “boba” in it. They had mango, honeydew, taro and assorted other flavors. I went with kiwi. It was actually quite good. The “boba” refers to little pea sized balls in the bottom of the cup. After we had ordered she came back and said she only had enough boba for one drink.
This led to a discussion of why she ran out and my son, who is one of those people who acts like he knows everything, shared that there was a shortage of boba in the country. Who would have known? I am sure that somewhere outside Long Beach there is a container ship loaded down with tons of boba and it can’t get to shore. The covid panic and vaccine bondage strike again.
Our lives are on the brink. Not only can I not get the kind of pickles I want and the store was out of old fashioned oatmeal, now I can’t get boba.
Will it never end?
homo unius libri
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