Like Frito Lays, That's Nacho Cheese

Saturday Hieu and I decided to go ride to the beach. It was sunny when we started... But this is what it looked like once we got to the beach front.


The 2 mile ride to the front was way to horrendous. Had to refuel with Nachos and Propel. It was a steal of a deal to! $10 for all that shit!!!


On the way back I was trying to be cool on my bike. I crashed for the first time. Here's my battle scar. I know it looks really bad. But no I didn't need stitches and I'll live. I do walk with a limp now. I don't know if it's cause of the crash or it's because I'm a pimp... hmmmmmm.

Afterwards it was so cold that we rode to a PHO spot that just opened by my house. It's a new take on fast food. The place was called PHOTASTIC. Not knowing what to expect we look at the menu asking if they had tripe, tendon, you know? the works! It was a white kid working the register. He goes, "uhhhhh you want me to make some suggestions for you?" That totally caught me off guard. Then he ask, "are you guys traveling the states on your bikes?" I'm thinking uhhhhh yes cause I got on a back pack and shorts and I look like Lance mutherfuckin Armstrong. But I was nice and just ordered.

We get our Chicken Pho and it came to us luke warm. (it's suppose to be steaming hot) So we bring it up front and asked them to reheat it in the microwave for us. But instead of reheating it, They made us brand new bowls that nearly melted the plastic bowl and utensils.

During the middle of eating our newly made bowls. The head chef came out and apologized and gave us free dessert. Snickerdoodles and an apple tart. Food was good for what it was and just because of the customer service, I'll be back.

The dessert is completely gone. Don't worry my battle scar is healing nicely. But I'm still walking with a limp. I think it's now because of a combo being wounded, extra full, and because of being such a P-I-M-P.

"I'm a pimp by blood, not relation."