We finally made it to In the Bowl on Olive. People have said they love it and we've decided their love is justified. Simple, good food in a crowded, dirty little place. Cacophony ruled from the kitchen: Stuff sizzled and women yelled; young men dropped things. It had a selection of quirks, including giant plastic buddhas and spinning crystals. The front door was spring-loaded and vacuum-sealed, if you can imagine such a locus of over provisioning. Whenever someone turned the knob the door sprung open, breaching the seal and dinging the bell hanging from the lintel. Every few minutes every ear in the place registered the ding-a-ling and felt a bulge of pressure, prompting Andrew to announce, "Asia Pleasure? It should be Air Pressure!"

A+++ WOULD EAT AGAIN

Andrew was on a roll. Later he said, "Hey, Depeche Mode is playing at Key Arena soon. I wonder what the Depeche Mode guys look like now. ... Depudge Mode? ... DEPOOCH MODE!"