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okay, i lied. I just had a flash back to January when I was back in philly and we went to a Burmese place. The main courses were fantastic but the the afters were um revolting and nearly impossible to explain. They included lots of shaved ice, rose water (which makes me hurl), tapicoa (also makes me hurl), dried pineapple and - i shit you not - grass flavoured Jello.
My sister wouldn't even touch it and just went into fits of laughter everytime someone went near it. I felt like I was in the middle of the duck scene from A christmas story.
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