I just got back from Pho’ 79, a semi-local Vietnamese restaurant. For lunch, I had the “79 Superbowl.” I do not know who won the ’79 Superbowl, but I do not think it was me. I came close to finishing it, but was not able to. The superbowl had all kinds of good stuff that my nearly-vegetarian body can handle only once in a blue moon. You know, things like the lining of cow stomachs, tendon, ox tail, and fatty brisket. Is it me or does “Fatty Brisket” sound like a Hobbit name? “Beef Tripe,” on the other hand does not sound like a proper Hobbit name.