Shrimp fried chitterlings

I'm at school preparing for panel (I'm going to write something explaining panel at a later date). That means late nights, energy drink that make you feel like you'll never sleep again and enough fast food/takeout to make your arteries look like the inside of a cement mixer. Needless to say, there are a whole plethora of takeout menus laying around. I picked up one the other day that perturbed me, made me laugh and grossed me out all at the same time. It was for a vietnamese restaurant called Saigon Basil. Sounds innocent enough--until you hear how they describe themselves. On the menu it says that they are a Vietnamese, Thai and B.B.Q restaurant. What? I understand that we are in a different world, and we're trying to learn about and understand other cultures, but some things just don't mix. Vietnamese, Ok. Thai, I can get with that. But then you throw in B.B.Q. and I don't know what the hell is going on. It's just weird. The menu includes classics like, BBQ pork spring rolls, chargrilled ribs with steamed rice, and my personal favorite, curry ribs with fried rice. Huh? Maybe I'm just not that cultured, but that doesn't sound very appetizing. It's like being at a 4th of July picnic in China or something. I bet the guy that works there is named Tyrone Chung or something. He's the Tiger Woods of fast food (citation, Matt Wyne circa 2007).
It reminds me of this time when I was in high school and a couple of my friends wanted to go to this restaurant in an old rundown shopping center. The only other thing around was a beauty school next door. Sidenote: this was like a vocational beauty school. It was the junior college of beauty schools where girls who can't get into an official beauty school go. Anyway, so we go to the restaurant and we're a little early. They're not open yet. As we get up to the door a vietnamese guy appeared out of nowhere and tells us that they won't be open for another 15 minutes. My friend looked at me contemplating if the man that came to the door was the owner of the restaurant. Once we got inside, he went to the man and asked him if he was the owner. He said yes. That's not funny until you realize that we were at a restaurant called JR's Country Buffet, and JR is Vietnamese. I was expecting a fat guy with a cul de sac haircut, plaid flannel shirt and overalls. Instead JR is Vietnamese. I guess the Country JR was talking about was Vietnam.