Fuller's Family Restaurant. I had eaten pretty badly for three days, so the sight of this cheered me up quite a bit. Unfortunately, the chicken fried steak, gravy, potato and biscuit were all bad. The water was OK. The restaurant was vast yet cozy, and the service was very friendly. Now, I love chicken fried steak and have eaten it all over the country, but this version was by far the worst. On Yelp, there's a lady who made the same mistake as me: "Ordered Chicken Fried Steak ask if they had cream gravy they said yes my niece ordered open face Roast Beef sandwich kids had chicken strips. Got food my cream gravy was a creme tan looking color I cut a small piece the gravy was real lumpy and l tasted it smelled real bad and tasted awful and meat was red [...] "
Born in Vietnam in 1963, I came to the US in 1975, and have also lived in Italy and England. I'm the author of two books of stories, Fake House (2000) and Blood and Soap (2004), five of poems, All Around What Empties Out (2003), American Tatts (2005), Borderless Bodies (2006), Jam Alerts (2007) and Some Kind of Cheese Orgy (2009), and a novel, Love Like Hate (2010). I've been anthologized in Best American Poetry 2000, 2004, 2007, Great American Prose Poems from Poe to the Present, Postmodern American Poetry: a Norton Anthology (vol. 2) and Hopeless: Barack Obama and the Politics of Illusion, among other places. I'm also editor of Night, Again: Contemporary Fiction from Vietnam (1996) and The Deluge: New Vietnamese Poetry (2013), and translator of Night, Fish and Charlie Parker, the poetry of Phan Nhien Hao (2006). Blood and Soap was chosen by Village Voice as one of the best books of 2004. My writing has been translated into Italian, Spanish, French, Dutch, German, Portuguese, Japanese, Korean, Arabic, Icelandic and Finnish, and I've been invited to read in London, Cambridge, Brighton, Paris, Berlin, Reykjavik, Toronto and all over the US. I've also published widely in Vietnamese.