In an effort to not eat a hot dog today I went to a restaurant nearby the school. One thing to know about eating in Cambodia is when you go into a restaurant, you're pretty much locked in. It is very rude to walk away without getting anything. The menu was entirely in Khmer (oh yeah, this would end well) and the waiter tried to help me translate. I told him I just wanted some fried rice (I didn't remember the Khmer word for that) communication gap ensues and I get something totally different but delicious.
Instead I get a plate that had meat, a bunch of raw onion, and tomato. I also got French Fries for some reason. I guess the waiter heard fries over fried rice. Oh well the fries were good. The meat was also good, I thought it was beef. I ate quite a bit of it until I noticed that it was a heck of a lot chewier than normal beef. It didn't taste exactly like beef either. It was still good. Then the thought popped into my head that I might be eating dog. Instead of freaking out, I actually kept eating. It was very good. I ate dog and it was good! Now I'm sitting here typing this and my stomach is having quite a time with it. My tongue may have liked it and my body may have liked the vegetables, but my stomach is not happy. Despite the fact that it was good, I doubt that I'll be having dog again.
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