Vincy took me to dinner the other day at a restaurant called -- I shit you not -- Pho Kim Long.
(Interjection: if you don’t know, “pho” is pronounced “fuh.” Read it again.)
Upon reading the sign I said, “Uh, you don’t notice anything odd about the name of this place?”
“What, Kim Long?”
“No, Pho Kim Long.”
“Oh my god. I’ve been going here for seven years and I never noticed that.”
Incidentally, the food was quite good. All the same, I’ve decided to refer to the restaurant as Kim Long, as the full name now means something else entirely.
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