Home»Blog»Picture Stories»Ken says "Let's go to the Westbank and eat báhn mì." So we drive over the mighty Mississippi in his Honda Pilot, which is kind of like a spaceship. We make it there before the storm hits and order what we call around here a "Vietnamese Po'boy" even though I'm pretty sure that the báhn mì came first. The first crack of thunder shakes the building, and the rain comes pouring down Louisiana style. We watch smaller cars get washed away by the flash floods. By the time we get the sandwiches, hail has opened up the ceiling, and we hunker down and chow down in the dry corner with everyone else. The hail stops, and we check the spaceship for damage. The hull has suffered thousands of direct hits. Pockmarked everywhere. Ken says it was worth it.
Ken says "Let's go to the Westbank and eat báhn mì." So we drive over the mighty Mississippi in his Honda Pilot, which is kind of like a spaceship. We make it there before the storm hits and order what we call around here a "Vietnamese Po'boy" even though I'm pretty sure that the báhn mì came first. The first crack of thunder shakes the building, and the rain comes pouring down Louisiana style. We watch smaller cars get washed away by the flash floods. By the time we get the sandwiches, hail has opened up the ceiling, and we hunker down and chow down in the dry corner with everyone else. The hail stops, and we check the spaceship for damage. The hull has suffered thousands of direct hits. Pockmarked everywhere. Ken says it was worth it.
