There appears to be a language barrier between me and my oldest niece. She got a cell phone for her 14th birthday, and OMG, she’s gone hashtag cray cray (crazy) with the txtng (texting). I have to look up all of her abbreviations and ’net slang on Urban Dictionary.com just to understand what she’s saying. And it’s usually nothing. I mean, she’s only 14, so IDK (I don’t know) WTF (what the F#@k) she’s saying half the time, but I find myself SMH (shaking my head) a lot.
Through all of her internet hieroglyphics, I somehow managed to figure out that she likes Asian cuisine. So I took her to lunch at Pho Noodle Grill (4601 W. Fwy., Ste. 214) for her birthday, on the condition that she put her phone away while we ate.
The décor is swanky for a strip-mall eatery, with its high-domed ceiling and trendy art on the walls. My niece told me the place was totes adorb (totally adorable), which she assured me was a good thing.