There's a fly in my pho? I wanted pad thai this evening and right beside Mai Thai (I swear I'm going to make signs for a 2 block pun-free zone in my nabe: C-Food, MEATing) is The Happy Buddha. As I approached the shared stoop, a largish white dude with dreads came outside The Happy Buddha, swore an unintelliglble blue streak for a good 30 seconds, then went back into the place.

I listened for gunshots, heard none and carried on with picking up my order. It's days like these, I truly love this city.