D is for the dry-as-a-bone beef in my rice bowl.
I is for the insipid blob of miso paste hiding underneath the dry beef in my rice bowl.
S is for similar, meaning that I couldn't taste the difference between the dry pork in my barbecued pork bao and the dry beef in my miso beef rice bowl.
G is for the gross uncooked-floury taste of the "bao" wrap in my barbecued pork bao, which was not a bao as I know it and not a Beijing duck-type pancake either but its own mealy yeasty grossness.
U is for the unbelievably salty marinade used to cook the mushrooms in my rice bowl.
S is for the sticky sweet American barbecue sauce in my barbecued pork bao.
T is for the terribly bored girl behind the counter who refused to make eye contact when I was ordering -- sorry I'm so ugly.
I is for the inedible rice in my rice bowl, because it had soaked up all the salty marinade.
N is for the next time I eat at Take A Bao, which would be after the market is flooded with hen's teeth.
G is for the gasp-worthy prices I paid for this lunch that sent me wandering to the Stand after squandering $14 on a lunch I couldn't eat.
I really need an edible lunch that's under $10 walking distance from CPE and Constellation.
Take a Bao
10250 Santa Monica Blvd, Los Angeles, CA 90067
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