Yes. It is what you think it is: a sign for Chinese churros. I can’t TELL you how excited I was.
Churros are one of the best of snacks. In high school, they were literally the only redeeming quality of working the information booth at the LA Zoo. God, I hated that booth. Sat there all day, bored, people would ask stupid questions like “where’s the zoo?” even though though they were already in the zoo. Like they had to buy a ticket and go through the zoo entrance to get to my booth. Where did they think they were??? In my head I wanted to say “oh my god!! Where did all the animals go???!” and start crying, but in reality I was awkward, so politely informed them they were indeed in the zoo while my pride slowly suffocated. Upside, the booth was next to a churro cart, so at least I knew I had THIS at the end of the day:
Mmmm, Fried dough and sugar. Nothing NOTHING beats a churro. Literally, if it wasn’t for churros and the schadenfreude that was my brother’s post at the stupid petting zoo (undoubtedly the worst station in the history of zoo stations) I wouldn’t have survived. Because as bad as the info both was, sitting next to a busted barn in 90 degree LA heat with farm animals that have long since thrown in the towel on life, repeating “please don’t ride the donkey” every 10 seconds even though you knew nobody was listening, was infinitely worse.
Anyways, unfortunately for SPY, the Chinese can’t do churros. Their churros were not sugared but instead covered in chocolate syrup. It was weird. So now I want one, a real one, when I’m back in the District. Anyone know where to go???? Is there anywhere to go?!