Mallrats (A Lot of MCs Are Def but They 'Aint Mos)

This morning Charlie and I went to the mall (which was also a ritual of my predecessor, I’m told) to eat at Mos Burger. I have something of a dark secret to admit. Growing up in Wisconsin, I was something of a mallrat, as there was really nothing else to do in town other than go to the mall every day. I eventually grew out of this as soon as I had the means to move outside of the vicinity on my own and have really come to loathe the idea of malls since. Well, I’ve quickly found myself slipping back into the mallrat lifestyle since moving to Momoishi. The fact is, if I want to do anything (eat, see a movie, bowl, play at the arcade, buy groceries), the mall is the only place I really know of to do it and probably the only place I can reach by bike. And what it comes down to is that in my leisure time, I can either sit around and sweat in my oven-like apartment or wander around the air-conditioned mall aimlessly.

Anyway, Mos Burger was terrific. We both had the ebikatsu burger, which was basically a burger made with a shrimp patty, topped with shredded cabbage and some sort of tartar-like sauce. It was really good. I guess Mos Burger always gives you two onion rings with your fries as a rule, which took all of the pain out of deciding for me.

So, even though I’ve promised to post pictures soon, in keeping with my series of inexplicable electronics mishaps, I’ve lost the cable for my camera somehow. Anyway, until I find it or buy either a new cord or a CF card reader, a thousand words will have to suffice. I’m going to go make an omlette now.