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Albuquerque, NM 87108
Bernalillo County
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by Helen C. on Just when I thought the Busby's in Santa Monica topped the cake in terms of obnoxiousness and total ineptitude on how to run a sports bar, I was dragged along to this Busby's. I think obnoxious sums up the place. The crowd is too cool for school meets I left my baby daddy at home and there's a cover on top of valet charge (which is recommended given the lack of parking). There's a fairly large dance floor but that just means more guys trying to cop a feel or insisting that you dance with them.
by Omer Crayton on So now I'm back in Taipei. Right down the street from me there's a small, privately owned breakfast shop run by the son of some Hakka immigrants from China. Besides stuff like egg-pancakes and soy milk, this little shop is most famous for their version of a common breakfast item known as a fried-dough cruller wrapped in a griled pancake (shao bing you tiao;). In fact, they are so well known for this specialty, people line up out the door for up to ten minutes in the morning to buy them. So one day, I decided try this little place myself and see what the hype was all about. I got their around 9 in the morning and placed myself at the end of the long line that was now spilling into the street. 5 minutes later, I arrived at the front of the line and proceeded to bark my order to the shop owner, now furiously manning the griddle. "I'd like a fried dough cruller wrapped in a griddle pancake please!" "nin yiao she me?" "Ummm, fried dough umm, wrapped, um in panc.... "she me?!?" And with that highly eloquent retort, he simply skipped over me and proceeded to take the order from the eager customer waiting in line right behind me, cash in hand. Relegated to the end of the line and visibly embarrassed, I was nonetheless even more determined to do it right this time. Upon reaching the same owner, who was still preoccupied with the same griddle, but who was now flipping fragrant sesame buns through the air, I managed to whimper a barely decipherable, "yi ge shao bing you tiao". "shao bin you tiao!;!" the manager brusquely shouted to his daughter who was handling the money at the counter behind him. It was then, while taking that first bite into that steaming, crunchy, pile of oily goodness, that I had an epiphany. Even though the owner of that breakfast shop is still clearly some sort of bigoted racist for not taking my order in English, I really do get my food faster by ordering in Chinese.
