Open Letter to the Ladies Who Work at Yamo

Seriously. Cheap as shit.

Dear Ridiculously Hard-working Ladies Who Work At Yamo,

First, thank you for your super-cheap, amazing Burmese food.  I don’t have tons of disposable income, but because everything on your menu is under $6, I too can enjoy eating out like the rest of the world.

Second, will you please be my new moms?  Don’t get me wrong, I love mine a lot, but she simply lacks the kitchen prowess to turn out bomb-ass mango chicken or mushroom tofu in that special stir-fry way.  I’m willing to make the switch.  Please come to my studio, which will remind you of your cooking space at Yamo because it’s approximately the same size (though, okay, my kitchen table has two seats while your establishment will fit, like, eight at any given time) and stir-fry up some of your house noodles with fried garlic and beef.  I could eat it all day, every day.  Or maybe you could make your tea leaf salad, which my annoying friend won’t stop raving about?  Some curry prawns?  Ladies, my mom doesn’t even know what “curry” means.  My family is that white.

In closing, thank you again for the freshest, cheapest quality meal I’ve found in the Mission.  Even if I have to hit the ATM before I show up because you’re too cheap to get a credit card machine.

XOXO.

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