Pu Pu Platter

With huge degree of alarm, I realized that my kids have never experienced that cross-cultural, massively sensorial, and absolutely mandatory experience of a pu pu platter.

There is something completely mesmerizing about that little blue fire in the center of mounds of deep fried animal parts. It is like a little bit of neanderthal living set before you with an 80's sound track to boot.

Well, I set out to remedy this problem at once. I even called chopsticks to make sure that they had the little fire. "ring....ring..."
"Hello."
"Hello, chopsticks"
"Um, yeah, this is going to be a weird question, but: When you order a pu pu platter, does it come with a little fire in the middle of the bowl?"
"..."
"..."
"You have kids?"
"Yes"
"Ya, we bring out fire for you children."
"Thanks!"
"Click."
Wa La! (that may be the first time that I have ever actually spelled "Wa La").
We came. We ate. We felt very greasy afterward.