Wokka
Well, things have been exceeding quiet over here since Holland’s last post of 27 January. Whilst awaiting further cullinary reports (we hope) of Will’s relatively recent travels to New Zealand, and Holland’s firsthand accounts of exercise by jogging up and down 33 flights of stairs, we bring you this humorous aside:
I had dinner in New York last week with my friends Dan, Isabelle, and James. Walking back around midnight along Columbus Ave., we passed a restaurant named “Empire Szechuan Kyoto.” The ensuing conversation went roughly as follows:
David: Now there’s an odd name. Talk about pan-Asian cuisine.
James: Don’t you mean wok-Asian? I mean, after all, pans aren’t really used…
Isabelle: [groans]
David: Wokka wokka wokka!
James: I’m sorry.
Isabelle: Well, it doesn’t matter, seeing as they all cook the same things anyway.
Dan: I guess it lends a whole new meaning to the term “wok the dog.”