A Canadian, an American, and an Asian enter a bar...wait, wait, this is Doha, they enter Paul, which is the newest restaurant that has opened at Landmark Mall. That would be Natthawan, Margaret, and myself deciding to checkout their breakfast offerings and turn a thirty minute meal into a three hour event. The company was better than the food, but hey, the food was great, too. No complaints there.
So, what does the trio do after a leisurely meal. Well, they visit the nearest sandlot for frolicking in what had to be a once "majestic" chair that would have many stories to tell if it could only speak. I'm mesmerized when I see empty sofas and chairs tossed out and left to themselves. They beckon me. So, when you have someone as crazy as Marg in the mix, don't say what you're thinking unless you really want to do it. Because if it's said out loud, by golly, you're gonna do it! So, you slam on the breaks and bust a u-ee (how do you spell that?) to work on the portfolio of your dreams.
Now, to top off your morning, you pick up a chicken at "honk" chicken. This is where you pull up on the slip road at T.V. roundabout and get bombarded with men hawking their rotisserie chickens. They take the fun out of the honking part, because they are at your window before you can get your hand on the horn. David and I always just smile and wave as we pass them on our way to eat at Far East or Asian Traditional, but Marg hadn't planned Jim's dinner yet (some women do this), so honk chicken it was. So, now you know what happens when a Canadian, an American, and an Asian get together. Until next time...
Added bonus for those that just can't place the music. Familiar, huh? I'll put you out of your misery and let you in on it: