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So I went to Nha Trang, the cheap, venerable Vietnamese place near the courts in lower Manhattan. I've been going there for 15 years, probably 100 visits in all without incident. Got my beer, my sneer (not the friendliest place), and my summer rolls. Got some Pho, too, to celebrate the cool wet weather. After, I walked through the rain down to the ferry and felt some bad rumblings down below. I'll spare you the details, but lets just say that when places import 3rd-world hygiene along with the cuisine, the results can be bad.
Colonel Kurtz (imagine Brando accent): "THE HORROR...."
Colonel Kurtz (imagine Brando accent): "THE HORROR...."
