The plastic-covered menu at this restaurant offers the kind of limited selection you find in the famous Monty Python spam sketch. Let’s see, we’ve got young crickets deep fried, cricket salad, breaded cricket, cricket noodle and peppered cricket.
In other words, you don’t come here for the burgers.
But then, why would you need anything else in a country where crickets are now being described as finger food for beer drinkers.” Grant McCool reports:
Le Thanh Tung picks up a fried cricket with his noodles at his farm in Ho Chi Minh city September 13, 2006. REUTERS/Kham
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Waiter. There’s noodles in my crickets.
- Posted by Shawn HendricksNobody likes me.
- Posted by Shawn HendricksEverybody hates me.
I’m gonna eat some worms
And crickets.
A waiter with a pen and thinking quickly, turned what should have been an awkward situation into a business bonanza!
- Posted by Shawn HendricksLe Thanh Tung went out of business, trying to replace those wee little lassos.
- Posted by Shawn HendricksUgh. You didn’t de-vein another one.
- Posted by Shawn HendricksI love the flavor but I hate getting those mineature canes, top-hats and tuxedos in my teeth.
- Posted by Shawn Hendricks