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Shabu 'n Sushi 'n Mosburger
Both of these fast food places normally have long lines to get in so SD and I assumed their popularity was based on tasty, cheap food. Well, in the case of S'nS, we got the cheap part right...all you can boil for B219 plus a determined treadmill of mystery sushi and other tidbits. We waited an hour to get in (mostly in the B2S bookstore, which is not as wonderful as it appears...just large) and be seated on fixed-in-place wooden stools meant for Lilliputians...I could barely squeeze my legs under the counter as my cheeks desperately gripped the tiny seating platform. Service was fast, dishes were cleared quickly and unlimited soft drinks (included in the bill) appeared on demand. IMO, however, all this is not worth the effort: steam from the mini-boil pot blew directly in my face, various utensils got in the way of the food (should I use a strainer, a soup spoon, or just rescue the cabbage leaf with my chopsticks?), and, as we were seated so closely together, SD threatened to take a nip out of my elbow. So, no repeat visit planned....like teaching in Thailand, too much work for too little reward. One thing we did notice: Thai diners were packing it away like troopers. I was amazed at the 85 lb wisps assaulting the treadmill with confidence and determination (there is apparently a time limit on each seat).
The wait at Mosburger was only 25 minutes and, according to SD, worth it. He informed me that his dripping burger was the best he's ever had, though the sauce was a tad sweet. Not a beefeater (I also dislike the gin), I had deepfried seafood bits on a bun. OK, but not wonderful. The fries were also OK: served hot and not greasy. SD may go again, but I was put off by hiso spawn mewling into their mobiles, demon infants demanding care, and oblivious parents silently wishing they had used condoms.
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