Miss Chi's has "acceptable Vietnamese food," according to Robert, which is high praise considering he has actually been to "Nam" (his words, smh). We ate variations on vermicelli with tofu or pork, and Kristen tried and successfully conquered the crunchy noodles. They also offer tapioca bubble tea, which is always a good decision. Additionally, the staff could not have been more attentive and accommodating. We had a very pleasant time.
Despite some seemingly hasty and problematic statements on race near the beginning (along with a very 2-dimentional female lead) Greene proves himself to be an eloquent and sensitive storyteller with a message that seems especially prescient now, considering the U.S.'s involvement in the Middle East (If only we could learn from the mistakes of history and literature). Notwithstanding the fact that we're all Americans here, we really liked this book and can give it a solid recommendation.
The last colours of sunset, green and gold like the rice, were dripping over the edge of the flat world...
Small naked boys sat on the buffaloes which waded genital deep among the irrigated fields; where the gold harvest was ready the peasants in their hats like limpets winnowed the rice against little curved shelters of plaited bamboo. The cars drove rapidly by, belonging to another world.
Innocence always calls mutely for protection when we would be so much wiser to guard ourselves against it: innocence is like a dumb leper who has lost his bell, wandering the world, meaning no harm.