
And the superfluous apostrophes continued their inexorable march eastward on 53rd Street...
Ecco Eto'o. As I et ex-ox & eggs at Eto'o's twee etagere, it tested true. At our École at last a taste to tempt U Thant and taunt U. Eco too, a tray of eastmost eats against an etiology of tea, an etoile itame in tuile intaglioed in a terroir of tile, etc.

Shinju Sushi (the new place's sponsor) generally sucks, but the cooks at the new place are good. Fried pad thai (crispy) is reminiscent of P.S. Bangkok. Sunny beef (jerky) is not dissimilar to ATK. Bubble tea is a weak spot (indifferently shaken powder, hard tapioca). Grilled chicken basil fried rice with runny fried egg is a strong showing. Hong Kong Noodle Soup (pictured to go before pouring in good mushroom-chicken broth) features freshly prepared red pork, well-cleaned bok choy, and packaged gyoza and egg noodles sprinkled with fried garlic bits - fine. I leave you with this:
Eto'o TOGO menu, verbatim wrote:Eto'o (E-to) = A Chopping Knife. The first type knife human invented to use in everyday life. Relevant to almost every event in life, to chop chop cut cut. Some may get a tip for cutting or stabbing, appropriate for grab and hold with one hand [sic].
Et tu, Eto'o?
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Chicago, IL 60615
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