Filthy Foot Chang the Shrimp
It's Columbus Day, where we celebrate a dumb guy who thought he was someplace, but was really someplace else. Days like this should be accompanied by heavy drinking, but instead, I chose to do some housework. Go ahead, question my sanity. I got to the point where I needed some food, but I hadn't showered or shaved since Sunday morning, and I looked like Andre Agassi on a 3-day binge. The only viable solution was the poorly named drive-thru. It's really more of a drive- by . If Billy Joel was using it, it may be a drive-thru, but he doesn't do his own cleaning. The drive-by in question was the neighborhood Long John Silver's, which, beside being a cool porn actor name, is a good place to get some greasy fried fish. It is conjoined with Taco Bell, in a one-stop food extravaganza. Nothing hits the spot on a phony holiday like some greasy fried fish. I decided, after ample self-debate, to go with the venerable "LJ8" selection. Two pieces of fish, 3 pieces of c...