After a small debate between Jake and I on Monday, I agreed to "Bubba Chino's" for dinner. We got in my car and headed out in the snow. For some reason I was inspired by our visit to this yellow eyesore.
"Jake, what is a Chino?" I asked. Jake simply responded "You're a Chino". This is not an unusual response from him, as most questions are responded to with a question. (or responded to with "your momma"...this is the way we joke)
The Chino thing had me stumped. I should know the answer to this, right?
So what do most people do, google it.
Chino is Chinese in Spanish. "But this doesn't make sense!" I declared. Bubba and Chino are conflicting. Wouldn't that be a red-neck Chinese dude or something? Why would someone name a restaurant this???
This had to be resolved. More googling. Found it!!!
I had found the answer. And it is SO LAME, I'm not going to tell you.
But I will post pictures of "Frankey Chino" and "Jess Chino" just to make it up to you.
Oh, and to my english fanatics, sorry I called this masterpiece a memoir, I just liked the way is sounds!
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