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Was in Seattle with the wife last month. She sent me out to bring back lunch. I couldn't find any Thai take-out near where we were staying, but I spotted a Vietnamese noodle place close by so I ordered a couple of phó noodle soups with chicken.
Back at the house, my wife took a couple bites and said, "This isn't chicken." Tasting it again, I had to agree with her and asked what she thought it was.
"This is rat, sure! I eat many times before. This is rat!"
Of course I'd eaten a half dozen pieces by then. It wasn't bad, actually. But she wouldn't touch it after that. "City rat not clean."
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