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At the halfway point of our stroll to Saigon Sandwich, we realized it inopportunely closes at six o' clock. We settled for the nearest decent Thai place to staunch a mutual craving for roast duck. Cheney ordered duck fried rice and eggrolls, while Rosie had duck noodle soup. The soup broth was a bit sweet and the bok choy not quite softened enough to belong in a soup, but the flat rice noodles were chewy and good. Cheney remarked that the rice had taken on the flavor of the duck, a rare thing to find in that particular dish, but that it was otherwise unremarkable. The most memorable thing in fact, was how swiftly the our dishes were whisked away the instant we made any motion that might have been mistaken for finishing the meal. Luckily, we didn't set down our chopsticks at any point only to take a break or vigilant waitresses would have been disappointed. A lackluster write-up about a pretty lackluster meal, sadly.