(The following is an example that I wouldn't be able to provide proof for unless I was constantly wearing my goPro camera hat or had my phone ready to take a pic the instant something occurs.)

3/29/2016: fuku

I am back in NYC for the spring and I will be going to the Mets opening day game in a couple weeks. I follow the local food news on Eater NY and a popular new place is a spicy fried chicken sandwich place called FUKU, owned by Chef David Chang, Chang is very popular in NYC, with all of his Momofuku places.

The Mets have yet to announce what food stands they will have at Citi Field this year. They are known for having some top notch local places, like Shake Shack.

I’m staying at the Standard in the East Village and I decide to take a walk around the area. Just after leaving, about a block away from my hotel, I see a thick asian dude walking towards me and he makes sure to make direct eye contact with me. It’s fucking David Chang.

This is Celebrity Chef Chang:

I don’t say anything to him as he walks by and just brush it off as typical simulation BS. He’s the only famous person I’ve seen on the street (a common occurrence normally) since being back in NYC.

So, what happens next? The VERY NEXT DAY it’s announced that FUKU is going to be at Citi Field as one of The Mets new food stands:

Notice the “through the looking glass” line? It’s an obviously sketchy "Alice in Wonderland” mind control phrase, but also represents looking at a mirror. It’s possible me seeing him on the street was just a test to see if I’d recognize him. And when I did, the announcement was made that his place would be at my favorite sports team's stadium.

I’m not even a fan of this chicken sandwich, which is constantly being talked about on NYC food sites. I tried it a couple weeks before I saw him on the street and I thought the bun was boring, the chicken oddly fatty (like some weird fat gel they added to the coating), etc.

I ponder FUKU = FUCK YOU. I say that in my mind or under my breath about a hundred times each day when I’m outside avoiding fake people/plants who are purposely placed in my path.

Maybe the name refers to all the fried chicken I’ve eaten saying fuku to me?

I have no idea if any of what I’m theorizing is true, but I know this had something to do with me. I walked right past the guy the day before it was announced. The fact that I had been contemplating which food places the Mets would add to their stadium this year, just makes it even more obvious.