What intrigues you? Tell us about one work of art, scientific achievement, piece of literature, method of communication, or place in the world (a film, book, performance, website, event, location, etc.), and explain its significance to you.
Star of Siam on Metropolitan Blvd, across the street from a Carvel, sitting alongside Edible Arrangements. Their "We're Open" sign manages to squirm through my hectic days, and give me that almost-as-good-as-mom's plate of drunken noodles. Dinner after dinner, I escape to the small confines of an "along the beaten path" restaurant, where Areya, brings me Tom Yum soup as a starter; can't beat their ten dollar dinner special. I'm not Thai nor do I have a trail of Siamese in my blood; I have no connection to Thailand. My mom's dinner plate consists of roti and daal, an Indian dinner. But after that one bite, that one glorious chew of the slimy noodle covered in spices and curry galore, just call me a "Thailander." Areya, my new friend, traveled from Thailand in search of a better life. As she smiles with every step bringing me my order, I realize I can only ask for that, a happy heart. From her dedication, to her strength: as a person, an immigrant, a woman, Areya has shown me the importance of perseverance. Each time I take a bite, she takes a step closer to paying for an extra college class, or a heavier envelop of money to send back home. With this in mind, I say "Can I get the regular?" What I mean is "You can do it."
Star of Siam on Metropolitan Blvd, across the street from a Carvel, sitting alongside Edible Arrangements. Their "We're Open" sign manages to squirm through my hectic days, and give me that almost-as-good-as-mom's plate of drunken noodles. Dinner after dinner, I escape to the small confines of an "along the beaten path" restaurant, where Areya, brings me Tom Yum soup as a starter; can't beat their ten dollar dinner special. I'm not Thai nor do I have a trail of Siamese in my blood; I have no connection to Thailand. My mom's dinner plate consists of roti and daal, an Indian dinner. But after that one bite, that one glorious chew of the slimy noodle covered in spices and curry galore, just call me a "Thailander." Areya, my new friend, traveled from Thailand in search of a better life. As she smiles with every step bringing me my order, I realize I can only ask for that, a happy heart. From her dedication, to her strength: as a person, an immigrant, a woman, Areya has shown me the importance of perseverance. Each time I take a bite, she takes a step closer to paying for an extra college class, or a heavier envelop of money to send back home. With this in mind, I say "Can I get the regular?" What I mean is "You can do it."