Arriving in Phnom Penh after a moderately long bus ride, Hilary and I began wandering the streets until we managed to get ahold of our friend Cullen (we hadn't met him yet, but since we've become friends with him and his wife Vanessa). He had to work until 5ish, so we made plans to meet him at the US embassy then. This meant we had a little more than 5 hours to kill. We were hungry and started looking but being unfamiliar with the city and overwhelmed by its speed and size, not to mention the motobike drivers racing down the streets like they were auditioning for another "The Fast and the Furious" sequal, it took us quite a while and eventually we settled on a Chinese place that looked reasonably priced. I got the fried fish. It was good, having a satisfying amount of fish as well as some carrots, chinese broccoli and an abundance of garlic. I ate it happily. It was food you can reasonably expect to get in any Chinese joint from McMinnville to Miami, and everywhere in between. What I mean is it was average, but satiating, worth 3 forks.
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