When I am dead, I hope it is said;

I can't say how it compares to Chang's, but there's a Mongolian grill in Silverdale. M. and I go there when we feel like lunch out and don't have the boy with us, as the boy will not eat anything with more than three identifiable ingredients, and he prefers rice to noodles as his starch base.

You know, if you ever found yourself west of the Sound and hungry.