As we enter the fantasy land of (his close friends get to call him...) DC yet again, the tale is as much about the quirky route to the food as the food itself. Oh, the eating is all about the food, but there's not much telling to it, if you see what I mean.
But if all my Tao of Chang nonsense is too much, simply know that the Fuku spicy chicken sandwich is tasty and satisfying. Can't fault it.
These are real diaries, as I can attest, having swallowed a pint of dust yesterday trying to get them back into correct order. Most of them are spiral bound, so don't have spines where the contents could be recorded.
And the problem with real diaries is that sometimes the author forgets to keep them; or is too busy; or too distracted. As I apparently was in July 2005. So just a few brief notes this week.