Get "Real"

So what does the phrase, "get real" actually mean?  I never really completely understood it.  It comes off as a bit condescending and stuff.  Are you calling the guy a fake or something?  I doubt it cause that doesn't seem to be how it's used.  (Kinda like, "dude you're such a fake, you're almost like a mannequin.)  Is it an androgynous version of "man-up"?  Possibly?...but unlikely.  Is it telling a person to quit their daydreaming?  Better not or I'm going to have series issues now because I like to spend my free time daydreaming....about food...j/k...but only kinda j/k...I do daydream, about real things, occasionally.

Or, perhaps it's a simple affirmation of the superiority of real things over fake things.  That makes sense, right?  Like real fruit over wax fruit, real corn over candy corn (did you know candy corn actually has wax in it? No joke. Take a look at what the all-knowing authority has to say about it.), and real dogs over fake dogs.  Unless you're "I can't believe it's not butter," you haven't a shot over the real thing.  <--so dramatic, that commercial.

But anyways, I combined the real and the fake all into one today - I ate candy corn and real corn at the same time. 

Actually, I had what I affectionately know as American-Chinese food (fake Chinese food).  Ya know deep-fried chicken and fried rice with that marvelously sticky-sweet sauce goobed all over it.  The kind of food where it doesn't matter whether you order General Tso's chicken, Sesame chicken, Grandmother's chicken, or just-make-up-any-name chicken because it all pretty much tastes the same.  Oh yeah, I love that stuff to death.

So what about it was real you ask?  Well, I got it form the food truck called the Real Le Ahn, as opposed to the one right next to it named Le Ahn.  Not sure what the story is behind those names but I'm sure it's a good one.

Whenever I see these bags I always think they stole them from Walmart. 

Couldn't wait to open it.  Notice I kept the bag underneath.  It's packed so jam full and there's so much of that heavenly, heart-clogging sauce that some came out of the sides.  BUT, messy is good.  You know a man had a good meal when he's wearing half of it on his face - unless he was on a date because in that case he was probably only on a date for less than half of the meal.

Take a gander at that.

You just go ahead and tell me that isn't one attractive looking serving of sesame chicken and fried rice in a Styrofoam dish!  Forget those decorative garnishes and square plates! *psh*

Personally, however, I believe it's a bit of a waste to have a boat of sauce sitting on one end while the chicken and fried rice at the other are missing out. 

Ev'ry ones invited to the party!

And though the veggies are nice and all, they're not the reason I eat this.

It's all about the fried chicken and fried rice.  You be looking at the godbite right there.

To describe it, I'll use another phrase that I'm not completely sure I get but that I feel is apropos...    

...It was real.