@ossobucotemp,
I've told this story more than once before, so you get to see it in a seventh read.
At that time, husband and I were friends with a guy from Vietnam, later serious business owner. That day, he and his mother cooked at I think the name was Vietnam House. Apparently we got there early, or he was late, but he showed up after we had already eaten, carrying many packages of food to be cooked.
Oh, god, we had to eat again. I remember country food, kidneys, for example, as a special meal.
Later we all us customers went to a place in Westchester (near LAX) for drinks and music. Our fellow lab person was from Vietnam too, her parents being the ones who knew the afor mentioned cook and mother. She was small and beautiful, and her american boyfriend was tall and handsome.
He had a job interview the next morning. It was already getting to be morning.
He aced the interview, as the interviewer recognized him from the night before.
