(NOTE: We’re “practicing” for tomorrow’s Radical Chapter 1 posts at the end of this one! Scroll down for details.)
I can’t tell you how excited I was about a comment I got on this post. If you can’t be bothered to click on it (trust me, I get it), it’s a photo post of our visit to Mike’s Burger House in Cambodia.
And here’s what Jeffrey had to say about the post: Hey Marla! I googled my Dad’s burger house in Cambodia and your blog came up! I’m his son, I live in Cali. I told him about this blog and he’s flattered, lol. Anyway, love the pictures! Pops can cook! lol. Next time if you ever visit, ask him to make his famous Spaghetti. OMG, amazing!
Giddy I tell you. It made me giddy. Now Jeffrey and I are Facebook friends, and I told him I’d post some more pics to show his dad. Jeffrey and his sister (he claims the two of them had the idea to start a burger joint like In-N-Out) have never been to Cambodia. Mike lived there until he was a teenager and the communist Khmer Rouge took over the country and killed 2-3 million people. (My friend Jen gives a good, brief description of that horrible time here.) Mike escaped (barely) and began a new life in California. 30 years later, he returned to Cambodia.
Jeffrey sent me a link to this really great article that was just written about his dad that tells more of his incredible story.
So here are some more pictures for you, Mike, our jovial friend.
Taking our orders.
So many choices! As delicious as the burger was, I think I might try Lok Lak Beef the next time I’m there. YUM.
This is what Gabe and Doug got.
This is Mike handing out his business cards. He had printed some with a picture of the team that had come from our church a couple weeks before. We took some back for them.
My friend Kimmy modeling the Bug Zapper (that we never had to use).
The fries were perfection really.
And oh my word, don’t even get me started on the unlimited icy-cold Coke.
Ice is a rarity in Cambodia. But Mike has found a way to go above and beyond any American’s ice expectations. Holy cow.
Here’s Mike grabbing us some more drinks from the cooler.
We like Mike! Did I mention that his Burger House is located in a gas station? And only seats maybe 20-25 people at a time.
And apparently Gabe wanted his own picture with Mike without me in the way. Fine.
Thanks so much, Mike! We’ll be seeing you again, Lord willing, sooner rather than later! Saving our pennies for a trip to Cambodia with our girlies!
(If you want to help me “practice” linking to our Radical Chapter 1 posts for tomorrow, here’s what you can do: Click where it says “click here to enter” and you’ll see a space to write the title of the post you’re linking to. Do that. Or you can write your name. I’m going to write “What I Do Not Want–Marla Taviano” DO NOT USE APOSTROPHES. Then copy the link to your post. DO NOT just copy a link to your blog. For example, my link for this post about Mike would be http://marlataviano.com/thisonesforyoumike.
REMEMBER–we’re just posting to an old favorite blog post you’ve written or the one you wrote today or whatever. And this is just a test run for tomorrow’s Radical Chapter 1 posts. Have yours written yet?? Me neither. If you have questions–no matter how silly you think they are–ask away! Thanks for your help!)