My eyes are watering right now thinking about their spicy deliciousness. I have a good Shophouse story. Through the incompetence of a doctor, I was told I was in "early labor." After a day of getting the runaround, and not letting me eat, and telling me I was going to have to stay in the hospital for 7 more weeks, I got up and much to GW's dismay, walked right the F out. Then I got on the metro, went to Dupont and sat my ass down at Shophouse to eat. Husband calls, "Where are you?" me: On the metro. Him: You're in labor and on the metro? me: I'm not in freaking labor, I know what labor is and this isn't it. Now I'm hungry and I'm going to Shophouse. Him: you have literally turned into your father before my eyes...