"dsi1" > wrote in message
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> On 1/22/2015 1:21 PM, Dave Smith wrote:
>> It was a first for me. I had been curious about Vietnamese food for
>> years but never got around to trying it. Today my son and I went to
>> Hamilton for something and were driving along looking for the place and
>> passed an area where there were a number of Vietnamese stores and
>> restaurants. After we got what we had gone there for we went back and
>> had a late lunch/early supper. I can't begin pronounce the dish I had
>> but it was rice vermicelli with a spring roll and grilled chicken. It
>> was pretty tasty.
>
> We are regulars to a Vietnamese place down the street. The guy always
> knows what we're gonna order. The wife gets lemon grass chicken. My son
> gets garlic chicken. I show my face there and the owner says "Chicken
> Wing!" I guess that's what he knows me as. What can I say, it's great
> chicken wings.
>
> My son took me to a VT restaurant that he favors. It's kind of a
> hole-in-the-wall, although that's the way most VT joints are. There was a
> hen and a line of baby chicks strolling around in the kitchen. Damn, you
> can't get more authentic than that!
>
> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8szUeopBjyw

My dad used to be known as "Arose Con Pollo" by the owner of a Mexican
restaurant because that was his favorite dish there. He tried it at other
places but never liked it except for there. I was sad to see that place go.
Loved the food! But the building owner failed to renew his lease and
instead put in an appliance store.

On the last day of business, Ramón told us to come in and have whatever we
wanted to eat, on the house. And he wasn't kidding! He seemed sad that
Angela and I were the only ones from my family who showed up. He said that
he had to get rid of all of the food anyway so he was just going to offer it
for free to anyone who came in on that day.

Turns out that he is a relative of one of the restaurants where we now eat.
He is running a restaurant in another part of the state that is not an area
we'd ever be likely to go. But he came back once to visit and had gone into
what was then called the DMV. My dad had taken me in there for some reason.
And we heard a shout across the parking lot, "Hey! Arroz Con Pollo!" It
was Ramón!