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I guess I should admit off the bat that the main reason my cohort and I had such a bad time is that we arrived hungry. We had heard that the food available at Pacific Mall would be excellent, “better than in Hong Kong,” said one of my Japanese associates recently. Maybe we just chose the wrong places, but my friend’s pho looked like a puddle of milky sadness and my food court dim sum was the very definition of “food court dim sum,” a no-brainer avoid-o-rama (like “discount sushi”) that I foolishly thought would rock. Instead, I paid $13 in a food court to sit there like an idiot, choking back tears and whispering to myself, “doi.” It was the same profound humiliation I imagine is felt by men who fall in love with strippers, or the women who fell in love with John F. Kennedy.

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