Mmmm...authentic third world fare...where they feed you a bowl of rice and bacteria filled water...no thanks.
So you been to school for a year or two
And you know you've seen it all
In daddy's car thinkin' you'll go far
Back east your type don't crawl
Play ethnicky jazz to parade your snazz
On your five grand stereo
Braggin that you know how the niggers feel cold
And the slums got so much soul
It's time to taste what you most fear
Right Guard will not help you here
Brace yourself, my dear
It's a holiday in Cambodia
It's tough kid, but it's life
It's a holiday in Cambodia
Don't forget to pack a wife
Your a star-belly sneech you suck like a leech
You want everyone to act like you
Kiss ass while you bitch so you can get rich
But your boss gets richer on you
Well you'll work harder with a gun in your back
For a bowl of rice a day
Slave for soldiers til you starve
Then your head skewered on a stake
Now you can go where people are one
Now you can go where they get things done
What you need my son:
Is a holiday in Cambodia
Where people dress in black
A holiday in Cambodia
Where you'll kiss ass or crack
Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot
Originally posted by BadSushi:
"So where in the Greater DC area can I go to get "authentic" food? Very little of the ethnic foods in America are authentic. They are designed to appeal to the American palate."
In neighborhoods - often referred to as ethnic neighborhoods - where the demand for authenticity is high. Not where they cater to an 80% white American demographic. A tiny taste of Anita's salsa will confirm this. Of course, you may pay extra for dog, cat, frog, weird fungi or sea slugs..cause you look like you have an American Express ebony card....hahahaha.
