The story of trying to buy a durian milkshake

jessicasays mentioned to me a couple of weeks ago that she saw mention in The Record of a place that served durian milkshakes. I did a search of their website, and it turned up a mention of Thai Coconut Island in Cambridge, just a couple of blocks away from where she's working right now. (Note for accuracy's sake, it was a summary of restaurant reviews from Dec 2nd, based on the review linked above, not that actual link that I initially read)

So one night while I'm down in Cambridge shopping so I can borrow the car, I decide to pull into Thai Coconut Island to get a durian milkshake. I think it was the moonlight madness night at Cambridge Centre, so it was pretty late and they were only offering take out at that point. I go to the counter and ask for a durian milkshake, and the look I get is this sense of "who is this crazy Canadian guy, and why does he want a durian milkshake, and why does he want to make us suffer by making him a durian milkshake?" Also, it turns out that they no longer sold durian milkshakes, probably because a) they don't want to deal with the stench, and b) no one came in looking for a durian milkshake except for this crazy guy in front of them. They were surprised to hear that there had been a recent mention in The Record, and I left without my milkshake.

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There goes my productivity before the holidays. You Don't Know Jack, now in daily bite-sized chunks. Now I feel like I have to go rummage for my old Jack CDs.