little bitty girl

Boutsy was home on the weekend. Even though Vancouver has really incredible food, she was craving what all ex-Ryersonians crave, Salad King. This was the local university haunt that we would go to when we didn't want to eat crap. I like to think that I was the first one among us who frequented the joint, but I can't be really sure. I am sure that I was one of the most constant, waiting at the doors when it first opened in the morning, after pulling an all nighter.

It used to be a real hole in the wall, all dark and no service. It's definitely changed since but the food is still incredible and inexpensive. Boutsy and I love the food because it reminds us of our mamas' home cooked South East Asian fare. In fact, I think the only time I ever see the ridiculously beautiful Sayavong sisters is at this restaurant. We all don't go as often, so we tend to order the same thing every time. This is much to the despair of the owners, who still recognize us and always ask us to try something "new" even though we've all had everything on the menu at least twice.

It was great to see the girls. Even though we're all still friendly, Boutsy is our common link. It's funny but I feel like we all still somewhat look the same despite the fact that we've aged 10 years since we first met. Except now, we're either married or cohabitating, we own property, we have jobs, we pay taxes and Hannah is going to have a baby!