Rambling about nothing, has never really been a problem for me. Whether it's because I feel comfortable with a friend or because of nervous energy and a desire to fill up the space with words.
But even for me there are a times when I just don't know what to say. And often that silence can be misread as being unkind and uncaring, when in reality it's because sometimes words aren't the the same, they don't do the situation justice, and words aren't ever a substitute for physically "being there" when it really counts. I can't express how I feel because the emotions overwhelm any letters that might be strung together in a flurry of incoherent babble. But here, where I can say "anything" let my silence these last few days be recognized as a moment of silence in respect.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Monday, June 23, 2008
My first weekend in SF went pretty well. After a sweltering Friday night, my apartment clocked in at 97 degrees, I decided to drive on my own on Saturday. Success! Later that evening went to a group dinner to celebrate Chris’ b-day at Mamacita’s, tapas place, in the Marina area. We took over the entire back booth. Finally, living in this area paid off. Definitely fulfilled my 5 person rule, but it wasn’t that hard. Really nice fun group of people, two of whom work for Yelp! : )
Sunday was much more tolerable weather-wise. I volunteered to help Chris move, along with 7 other people. It’s the fastest, most efficient move and he basically moved across the street. After unloading, Chris offered to pay for lunch, so 6 of us trooped over to near J-town’s, The Elite Café. 
The restaurant was packed and 6 of us squeezed into a booth and enjoyed a fantastic meal. I had the Alabama Scramble. Other orders included: Seafood Benedict, Corned Beef and Hash, Califormia Gumbo, Cheesburger, Mac and Cheese, Deviled Eggs and Cinnamon Sugar Donut Holes. Verdict: even with the wait, I’ll be going back for sure! I’m already counting the days.
Chris and co, dropped me off on Chestnut, and I wandered around until I found the library. Finally, I’m going to have a library card again, after I fill out all the forms. I can’t wait because buying all those books at the airport is making a huge dent in my pocketbook.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
On a Roll....
Was just reading a gossip blog and it said, "David Beckham, Vicky and the kids having lunch at One Market in San Francisco (around 3:00 P.M. Pacific) on Wednesday."
So maybe I am going to be OK. I just had lunch there too, about a week ago. Woo Hoo, Wamu! Though, I'm sure it's no Shun Lee or Blue Ribbon, with their B-list stars.
So maybe I am going to be OK. I just had lunch there too, about a week ago. Woo Hoo, Wamu! Though, I'm sure it's no Shun Lee or Blue Ribbon, with their B-list stars.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
The Day After...
Today's post will be short... this morning I awoke at 3am EST and by 4:30am was hugging a bleary-eyed G. goodbye. The flight boarded on-time and we left the gate at 6am on the dot. Then it all went to hell. First we were told we were being "re-routed" but given no reason why except that it "wasn't weather related." Then, because we were being re-routed and the trip was going to be further we didn't have enough gas and had to refuel. By the time we refueled, we were late, so we had to wait in a long line of planes. When we finally landed, 6+ hours later, we didn't pull into a gate until 30 minutes after landing. I got home, showered, threw everything in a bag and high-tailed it out of my apt in 15 minutes, only to spend the next 20 minutes roaming the streets of SF looking for a cab. Finally arrived at the office at noon. It's now 5:30pm PST...I don't even know where I am anymore. But yesterday? yesterday was pretty damn near perfect.
A big, big THANK YOU to G., Thiacyn, HP, Mel B., Linda, RC and of course, Marie for making this an unforgettable, long weekend that I will treasure.
A big, big THANK YOU to G., Thiacyn, HP, Mel B., Linda, RC and of course, Marie for making this an unforgettable, long weekend that I will treasure.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Birthday Notes
June 17, 2008
There is much life beyond 30, it appears. For me, a log of my life has been spent, heading towards a goal, short term and long term--it has been a long term affair with the stress and adrenaline that comes with a deadline and discipline.
But like any good memory, looking back you remember the happy times best--and for all of my sarcasm and worrisome posturing--I can look back these 30 years and conclude in spite and perhaps due to all the steps that brought me here, I remain an eternal optimist. My "it could always be worse" attitude, is really a positive outlook on life, that no matter where you are, life is a great gift.
The little "obsessions," that occupy burst of my time (superman v. batman?), the joy in the little things life offers (the tiles on a roof in Prague), the fear and rewards of moving forward (taking the plunge and moving to and leaving NYC), and the people I have met along the way (all of them), keep me coming back for more.
This holiday has been a pleasant and reflective moment for me to realize how lucky I really am. SO to everyone who has made an impression on my life--good or bad--thank you.
I Heart NYC (part 3): Father's Day Redux
I awoke to my birth day @ 5:26am with sunrise in full effect. G.'s living room doesn't have curtains yet, but after slapping on some handy eye shades courtesy of United, I slept blissfully on until 7:30am.
My first appt of the day was a 4-year old ritual. I went to Bliss 57, where I enjoyed a blissed out triple oxygen treatment with my wonderful facialist whose birthday is June 18th. Afterwards, I enjoyed a leisurely stroll through Central Park and people watched, including a yoga video being filmed (only in NYC!).
The afternoon was spent shopping between Houston and Prince on Mott and Elizabeth. In addition to Blue Bag (SP!), which had the usual selection of great purses and had opened a new jewelry store nearby, I wanted to visit this other store that I'd read about called True Boutique.
I scored some choice goods including the CA staple--jeans. Not only is the selection all-inclusive (size 00-16), they also have a lovely on-site tailor--my pants were hemmed to perfection the same day. And because I was running to meet Marie, Katie, the owner, graciously offered to drop off my tailored items @ Blue Ribbon that night. (I swear, only in NYC!) Though I must give credit where it's due as Katie is a former West Coaster. I hope the website will be up and running soon, and I encourage all of you shopaholics to go there. It's just a perfect little store!
After a quick change (Did I mention, that it didn't rain on my birthday and there was even a slight breeze?) I met up with G. and headed over to the Blue Ribbon Bakery.
My former roommate and good friend Mel B. had first discovered this chef's restaurant after watching an episode on the Food Network. I was so glad she was there to celebrate with me--to complete the circle. Dinner was with ThiaCyn, G. HP Mel B. and myself. And at a nearby table, Nick O. from TLC's What Not to Wear. G.'s sharp eye caught him hanging out with shades on as evening approached. After a fantastic meal (including bone marrow), I was brought dessert with a candle--we'll see if my wish comes true. But as for my NYC wish--it all came true thanks to my friends and family.
Special note, for those who knew me when: Turning 30 was infinitely more pleasurable than turning 20. :)
My first appt of the day was a 4-year old ritual. I went to Bliss 57, where I enjoyed a blissed out triple oxygen treatment with my wonderful facialist whose birthday is June 18th. Afterwards, I enjoyed a leisurely stroll through Central Park and people watched, including a yoga video being filmed (only in NYC!).
The afternoon was spent shopping between Houston and Prince on Mott and Elizabeth. In addition to Blue Bag (SP!), which had the usual selection of great purses and had opened a new jewelry store nearby, I wanted to visit this other store that I'd read about called True Boutique.
I scored some choice goods including the CA staple--jeans. Not only is the selection all-inclusive (size 00-16), they also have a lovely on-site tailor--my pants were hemmed to perfection the same day. And because I was running to meet Marie, Katie, the owner, graciously offered to drop off my tailored items @ Blue Ribbon that night. (I swear, only in NYC!) Though I must give credit where it's due as Katie is a former West Coaster. I hope the website will be up and running soon, and I encourage all of you shopaholics to go there. It's just a perfect little store!
After a quick change (Did I mention, that it didn't rain on my birthday and there was even a slight breeze?) I met up with G. and headed over to the Blue Ribbon Bakery.
My former roommate and good friend Mel B. had first discovered this chef's restaurant after watching an episode on the Food Network. I was so glad she was there to celebrate with me--to complete the circle. Dinner was with ThiaCyn, G. HP Mel B. and myself. And at a nearby table, Nick O. from TLC's What Not to Wear. G.'s sharp eye caught him hanging out with shades on as evening approached. After a fantastic meal (including bone marrow), I was brought dessert with a candle--we'll see if my wish comes true. But as for my NYC wish--it all came true thanks to my friends and family.
Special note, for those who knew me when: Turning 30 was infinitely more pleasurable than turning 20. :)
Monday, June 16, 2008
I Heart NYC (part 2): Adventures in Downtown
In a New York minute, a lifetime can sweep you along. On Monday, I departed the comfort and familiarity of the UWS and arrived at G.'s with keys and a detailed list of instructions on how to enter her apartment.
At noon, I had a spirited, not to mention yummy lunch with Maria and G. at a Japanese ramen place. And I can easily say it was, taste-wise, levels above the SF place. The staff was arm and welcoming and the food was flavorful and piping hot. It looks like a welcome addition to this strange and dream-like East Village.
Later that evening, I went on a culinary expedition of the East Village with G. Not one to disappoint G. came up with the perfect jewel of a place, Caracas Arepa Bar, a Venezuelan delight. We had De Pollo Arepa, .
After dinner we ambled, belly-full and happy to Bua for some highly recommended pomegranate martini's. I should stop and clarify that my alcoholic beverage guru is thiacyn, who has opened my eyes to the colored and colorful world of % alcohol beverages. Bua was a cool, stone, brick and dark wood affair. The nice bartender squeezed us in for Happy Hour, for $5 drinks. The most important news we gleamed during this pivotal time, wasn't how many calories are in POM but that the bartender's brother and co-owner of the bar is also G.'s neighbor.
Afterwards, we soldiered on, to 10 Degrees, a much-hyped, wine bar. While is seemed like the win selection was limited, once we had inhaled the bouquet and tasted our first sips it was clear that each vintage had been selected after careful consideration.
Having spent all night in mood-lit places (read: candlelight), we were ready for a more cheesy and well-lit locale. We met up with HP and her friend and I enjoyed a banana ice cream with a sugar cone at Sundaes & Cones. Sadly, ice cream, or sorbet has been a re-occurring theme. And while I like banana dessert in all forms, GROM still owns my heart and soul. We ended the night with some Jon and Kate Plus 8 (I knew G. and I were friends for a reason!).
At noon, I had a spirited, not to mention yummy lunch with Maria and G. at a Japanese ramen place. And I can easily say it was, taste-wise, levels above the SF place. The staff was arm and welcoming and the food was flavorful and piping hot. It looks like a welcome addition to this strange and dream-like East Village.
Later that evening, I went on a culinary expedition of the East Village with G. Not one to disappoint G. came up with the perfect jewel of a place, Caracas Arepa Bar, a Venezuelan delight. We had De Pollo Arepa, .
After dinner we ambled, belly-full and happy to Bua for some highly recommended pomegranate martini's. I should stop and clarify that my alcoholic beverage guru is thiacyn, who has opened my eyes to the colored and colorful world of % alcohol beverages. Bua was a cool, stone, brick and dark wood affair. The nice bartender squeezed us in for Happy Hour, for $5 drinks. The most important news we gleamed during this pivotal time, wasn't how many calories are in POM but that the bartender's brother and co-owner of the bar is also G.'s neighbor.
Afterwards, we soldiered on, to 10 Degrees, a much-hyped, wine bar. While is seemed like the win selection was limited, once we had inhaled the bouquet and tasted our first sips it was clear that each vintage had been selected after careful consideration.
Having spent all night in mood-lit places (read: candlelight), we were ready for a more cheesy and well-lit locale. We met up with HP and her friend and I enjoyed a banana ice cream with a sugar cone at Sundaes & Cones. Sadly, ice cream, or sorbet has been a re-occurring theme. And while I like banana dessert in all forms, GROM still owns my heart and soul. We ended the night with some Jon and Kate Plus 8 (I knew G. and I were friends for a reason!).
Sunday, June 15, 2008
I Heart NYC (part 1): UWS
From the very start it was go, go, go. Even swimming through the heat and humidity and occasional downpour, who needs sleep when stores open at 9am?
First stop, where else, but Loehmann's. Both the UWS and the Chelsea store all before noon. Met up with Cyn and I am sorry to say that I pitched her over for the shoe section. But I did score a couple of great finds, so I am sure Cyn will forgive me.
At noon, Cyn and I headed over to one of my favorite restaurants Tia Pol. In addition to a delicious brunch, including yummy huevos del dia (poached and scrambled) I had a Clara (beer + sprite).
Post brunch, Cyn and I met up with HP and we headed over to Bryant Park and the best hidden find a well-stocked Japanese bookstore, Kinokuniya, which also had a awesome cafe with a view of the park. I stocked up on Ikebana and Totoro, not to mention dessert and blackberry tea.
After a little more shopping, we decided to head to the upper west side and grab sushi. Since the weather was really crappy we grabbed food from Planet Sushi, wine from Beacon Wines (yea, Steely Dan), and Grom ice cream for dessert.
Sunday, Father's Day!
Sunday was just as fun. Woke up to a Broadway Street Fair, and then headed to H&M and Bloomingdales in the morning. And as I was walking over to meet up with Linda and Yin-ning, it started to pour gallons and gallons of water. From Park Ave. on it was a race against the rain, which ended with me racing straight into the restaurant, Bistro Chat Noir, right before a crack in the sky resulted in the an absolute downpour. Again, eggs and a glass of Argentinian Malbec.
After lunch, I met up with HP and at front row for one of the best play I've seen in a long time. We saw the Country Girl featuring Morgan Freeman, Frances McDormand and Peter Gallagher. The story was sad, and funny, and the acting was really superb. The second act was a homerun. Fun note, after the final curtain call, HP and I heard Frances shout, "Happy Father's Day!" Too bad they didn't win anything that night at the Tony's. 
We walked from the theater to the TWC and B&N and my apartment--for one last visit. I realized as we headed there, that I signed the contracts to my apt one day after my 25th birthday. So, on the day that I leave, it'll be my apt anniversary. 'Cept for my "White Trash" duct-tape car, this the is the longest relationship I've had with an inanimate object.
As we walked past the Lincoln Center, I noticed that the American Craft Fair was going on--this used to be my go to event for accessories and a great stroll. This year, with Lincoln Center undergoing renovations, the fair was restricted to one corner and traffic was light. It was not the usual must-see.
Dinner was with my other UWS fave. My "rabbit" dinner. HP and I enjoyed thin-crust pepperoni pizza and the antipasto bar. Since this is my last visit for awhile, I was really happy when "Eddie" was our server. He's this great guy from Cafe Fiorello that is one of the nicest guys. Case in point, he gave HP and me each a complimentary glass of champagne. So we sipped on ice-cold champagne while waiting for our order. It was a very nice NYC moment.
First stop, where else, but Loehmann's. Both the UWS and the Chelsea store all before noon. Met up with Cyn and I am sorry to say that I pitched her over for the shoe section. But I did score a couple of great finds, so I am sure Cyn will forgive me.
At noon, Cyn and I headed over to one of my favorite restaurants Tia Pol. In addition to a delicious brunch, including yummy huevos del dia (poached and scrambled) I had a Clara (beer + sprite).
Post brunch, Cyn and I met up with HP and we headed over to Bryant Park and the best hidden find a well-stocked Japanese bookstore, Kinokuniya, which also had a awesome cafe with a view of the park. I stocked up on Ikebana and Totoro, not to mention dessert and blackberry tea.
After a little more shopping, we decided to head to the upper west side and grab sushi. Since the weather was really crappy we grabbed food from Planet Sushi, wine from Beacon Wines (yea, Steely Dan), and Grom ice cream for dessert.
Sunday, Father's Day!
Sunday was just as fun. Woke up to a Broadway Street Fair, and then headed to H&M and Bloomingdales in the morning. And as I was walking over to meet up with Linda and Yin-ning, it started to pour gallons and gallons of water. From Park Ave. on it was a race against the rain, which ended with me racing straight into the restaurant, Bistro Chat Noir, right before a crack in the sky resulted in the an absolute downpour. Again, eggs and a glass of Argentinian Malbec.
After lunch, I met up with HP and at front row for one of the best play I've seen in a long time. We saw the Country Girl featuring Morgan Freeman, Frances McDormand and Peter Gallagher. The story was sad, and funny, and the acting was really superb. The second act was a homerun. Fun note, after the final curtain call, HP and I heard Frances shout, "Happy Father's Day!" Too bad they didn't win anything that night at the Tony's. 
We walked from the theater to the TWC and B&N and my apartment--for one last visit. I realized as we headed there, that I signed the contracts to my apt one day after my 25th birthday. So, on the day that I leave, it'll be my apt anniversary. 'Cept for my "White Trash" duct-tape car, this the is the longest relationship I've had with an inanimate object.
As we walked past the Lincoln Center, I noticed that the American Craft Fair was going on--this used to be my go to event for accessories and a great stroll. This year, with Lincoln Center undergoing renovations, the fair was restricted to one corner and traffic was light. It was not the usual must-see.
Dinner was with my other UWS fave. My "rabbit" dinner. HP and I enjoyed thin-crust pepperoni pizza and the antipasto bar. Since this is my last visit for awhile, I was really happy when "Eddie" was our server. He's this great guy from Cafe Fiorello that is one of the nicest guys. Case in point, he gave HP and me each a complimentary glass of champagne. So we sipped on ice-cold champagne while waiting for our order. It was a very nice NYC moment.
Friday, June 13, 2008
Crossing Paths with LuLu
I still haven't packed yet. I think in the last 2 two years, I've moved too many times. So the joy I once got out of packing, and purge cleaning has diminished significantly. I used to start packing for a trip days in advance, and then re-pack and repack. I leave tonight for NYC and frankly, I am not packed, and every time I look at my suitcase I suddenly get really, really tired. Oh well, by the time I wake up tomorrow, I'll be in the Big Apple and then it'll be a matter of only sleeping enough so that I can continue to function.
I did my second and final 2008 Dine About Town restaurant today for lunch. Cafe Lulu was an interesting experience. I had their Tomato and Mozzarella salad (A+), their Lamb Skewers and their S'More dessert. One of my lamb skewers wasn't cooked all the way through, and the s'more dessert's (really just a dressed up chocolate puddin' pac) only redeeming quality was the homemade marshmallow. The irony was that my co-worker and I did the Pre-Fixe menu in order to try out the restaurant but when we walked out the regular lunch menu looked wayyy more appealing. Verdict: Will go back and try their actual restaurant...but it'll take me awhile before I go back.
Recently, I've been slowly working my way through a book of short stories by Margaret Atwood. Anyone's who has read her work knows that she has a strong style and interesting storytelling technique. I will readily admit that short stories aren't a favorite genre of mine, but it makes for good, short reading. The story I read last night was about a character named Lulu. She was a potter, living with poets and a good part of the story focused on her seduction of her accountant. Like I said, Atwood takes a little getting used to, but the real reason for her behavior was her insecurities and her surrender. At least, I think that's what it was... so imagine my surprise today when we got to the restaurant and lo and behold it was Lulu's as well.
Happy Friday the 13th.
I did my second and final 2008 Dine About Town restaurant today for lunch. Cafe Lulu was an interesting experience. I had their Tomato and Mozzarella salad (A+), their Lamb Skewers and their S'More dessert. One of my lamb skewers wasn't cooked all the way through, and the s'more dessert's (really just a dressed up chocolate puddin' pac) only redeeming quality was the homemade marshmallow. The irony was that my co-worker and I did the Pre-Fixe menu in order to try out the restaurant but when we walked out the regular lunch menu looked wayyy more appealing. Verdict: Will go back and try their actual restaurant...but it'll take me awhile before I go back.
Recently, I've been slowly working my way through a book of short stories by Margaret Atwood. Anyone's who has read her work knows that she has a strong style and interesting storytelling technique. I will readily admit that short stories aren't a favorite genre of mine, but it makes for good, short reading. The story I read last night was about a character named Lulu. She was a potter, living with poets and a good part of the story focused on her seduction of her accountant. Like I said, Atwood takes a little getting used to, but the real reason for her behavior was her insecurities and her surrender. At least, I think that's what it was... so imagine my surprise today when we got to the restaurant and lo and behold it was Lulu's as well.
Happy Friday the 13th.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Animated Encounter
Is the name of my defunct project name...
Monday after work I went out for dinner at this place I have had my eye on for awhile. There is always a crowd of people waiting in line during lunchtime, waiting impatiently for their party to be called. So when my co-worker and friend suggested Thai, I immediately perked up.
Since Chicago I have developed an infinite liking for Thai cuisine. I have a system of judging a Thai restaurant, mainly because I am a timid eater. Ok, that's not true. I will try everything almost one, but my palate is limited in what I like. That's probably more fair. As far as Thai cuisine is concerned I like and ordered samosas ('cause it reminds me of Chinese curry puffs) and Pad Sew Ewe (an variations on spelling). Osha didn't dissapoint. I wouldn't necessarily travel more than 10 minutes to go there, but for a business-time restaurant, the service was good, the food was hot and tasty and the menu had a nice selection. Verdict: I'll go back just because and alarming number of patrons were drinking carrot juice. ?! Yeah, I know. I've got to figure out what that's about. After dinner we took a stroll to Beard Poppa's--the best tasting cream puffs I've ever had. Though they really should stop showing the video of how they make the cream filling because that almost caused me to lose my supper. I sometimes yearn for the day where there was such as thing as "too much information."
Today, I got the chance to participate in SF's Dine About Town. I met up with a high school classmate that I haven't seen in over a decade, since the night of my 19th birthday and the day
after my high school graduation. We went to her choice, One Market, near the Embarcadero. We each happened to order exactly the same thing. Framer's Fresh Salad, Sausage and Fingerling Potato Salad and Strawberry Trifold. Yummy! The location was pretty too, with a view of the street vendors and the Embarcadero looming in the back. It was really nice to catch up. Even after we caught up there was more to say, which is always nice. Hopefully I'll see her again in less than 10 years... hopefully in less than a month this time. So, I'm trying... reaching out, re-connecting and at the same time meeting someone "new." Restaurant week was just the perfect excuse.
Monday after work I went out for dinner at this place I have had my eye on for awhile. There is always a crowd of people waiting in line during lunchtime, waiting impatiently for their party to be called. So when my co-worker and friend suggested Thai, I immediately perked up.
Since Chicago I have developed an infinite liking for Thai cuisine. I have a system of judging a Thai restaurant, mainly because I am a timid eater. Ok, that's not true. I will try everything almost one, but my palate is limited in what I like. That's probably more fair. As far as Thai cuisine is concerned I like and ordered samosas ('cause it reminds me of Chinese curry puffs) and Pad Sew Ewe (an variations on spelling). Osha didn't dissapoint. I wouldn't necessarily travel more than 10 minutes to go there, but for a business-time restaurant, the service was good, the food was hot and tasty and the menu had a nice selection. Verdict: I'll go back just because and alarming number of patrons were drinking carrot juice. ?! Yeah, I know. I've got to figure out what that's about. After dinner we took a stroll to Beard Poppa's--the best tasting cream puffs I've ever had. Though they really should stop showing the video of how they make the cream filling because that almost caused me to lose my supper. I sometimes yearn for the day where there was such as thing as "too much information."Today, I got the chance to participate in SF's Dine About Town. I met up with a high school classmate that I haven't seen in over a decade, since the night of my 19th birthday and the day
after my high school graduation. We went to her choice, One Market, near the Embarcadero. We each happened to order exactly the same thing. Framer's Fresh Salad, Sausage and Fingerling Potato Salad and Strawberry Trifold. Yummy! The location was pretty too, with a view of the street vendors and the Embarcadero looming in the back. It was really nice to catch up. Even after we caught up there was more to say, which is always nice. Hopefully I'll see her again in less than 10 years... hopefully in less than a month this time. So, I'm trying... reaching out, re-connecting and at the same time meeting someone "new." Restaurant week was just the perfect excuse. Monday, June 9, 2008
I Only Work Here...
I don't think I actually live in San Francisco yet. Actually, according to my co-workers, I don't live in San Francisco... I just work here. It's becoming a familiar image to them of me carrying a weekend bag or my small black rolly carryon, every Friday. For the 5 weeks that I've been working, I've only been in SF for one weekend.
This past weekend I went back to L.A. again, for family reasons. With my parents out of town, the responsibilities of Dudu fell to me. Poor guy. After a delayed flight, a long shift-switch ridden shuttle ride from LAX to the park 'n' fly, and then a traffic congested freeway drive, I got home around midnight. The only good thing about that trip was the fact that I was with Sonja and so we amused ourselves the whole way through. Good company really makes a horrible commute much more enjoyable. (And Sonja, it's NYC or bust... but I still can't decide between New Haven or Philly).
I have to say though, my parents really trained Dudu well. Normally he just lays there when people come to our door. He tolerates children, detests cyclists and generally doesn't rouse himself for anyone else. Imagine my surprise when I unlocked the door around midnight and there he was, with tail-a-wagging, happy to see me. Or so I thought. As much as Du and I have built up a friendly relationship in the five months I was home, the truth emerged when he stood anxiously at the screen door and waited...and waited... for my parents. For the next two days I had a very confused dog on my hands. On the one hand he was happy to see me, on the other hand, he couldn't seem to figure out how I had gotten home without his "people." He kept looking for them, at the door, under the tv stand, around the computer desk and in their bedroom. And each time, he'd walk away still hopeful as if my mom and dad were just around the corner. His loyalty is also the reason why I will move in a year even though my apartment is great, to a pet-friendly apartment.
The rest of the weekend was nice. I got to catch up with family. And I got to eat a great meal at Sinbala, a little restaurant that I hear brings in $20,000 a day. While I was waiting for my order I ran into Joyce Lee (by way of AHS and NYC); it was nice to run into the old crowd. The next day I went for a quick trip to Taisho, and had some really fantastic Japanese curry. It's always packed on weekdays, but weekends are the perfect time to go--no lines. Those are my two must-stops, whenever I am at home.
I'm back in SF now, though my mind is already you-know-where. Looks like my condo board will be approving my soon-to-be tenant for my NYC apartment. So it'll really be real then. This week in SF it's the 7th Annual Dine About Town, like NYC's Restaurant Week. So, I am going to take advantage and hopefully experience some of SF's great cuisine.
p.s.: Apparently I was so tired that while I locked and deadbolted the door to my home, I left the keys in the lock. Thankfully my Aunt came by the next morning before anyone else did. :)
This past weekend I went back to L.A. again, for family reasons. With my parents out of town, the responsibilities of Dudu fell to me. Poor guy. After a delayed flight, a long shift-switch ridden shuttle ride from LAX to the park 'n' fly, and then a traffic congested freeway drive, I got home around midnight. The only good thing about that trip was the fact that I was with Sonja and so we amused ourselves the whole way through. Good company really makes a horrible commute much more enjoyable. (And Sonja, it's NYC or bust... but I still can't decide between New Haven or Philly).
I have to say though, my parents really trained Dudu well. Normally he just lays there when people come to our door. He tolerates children, detests cyclists and generally doesn't rouse himself for anyone else. Imagine my surprise when I unlocked the door around midnight and there he was, with tail-a-wagging, happy to see me. Or so I thought. As much as Du and I have built up a friendly relationship in the five months I was home, the truth emerged when he stood anxiously at the screen door and waited...and waited... for my parents. For the next two days I had a very confused dog on my hands. On the one hand he was happy to see me, on the other hand, he couldn't seem to figure out how I had gotten home without his "people." He kept looking for them, at the door, under the tv stand, around the computer desk and in their bedroom. And each time, he'd walk away still hopeful as if my mom and dad were just around the corner. His loyalty is also the reason why I will move in a year even though my apartment is great, to a pet-friendly apartment.
The rest of the weekend was nice. I got to catch up with family. And I got to eat a great meal at Sinbala, a little restaurant that I hear brings in $20,000 a day. While I was waiting for my order I ran into Joyce Lee (by way of AHS and NYC); it was nice to run into the old crowd. The next day I went for a quick trip to Taisho, and had some really fantastic Japanese curry. It's always packed on weekdays, but weekends are the perfect time to go--no lines. Those are my two must-stops, whenever I am at home.
I'm back in SF now, though my mind is already you-know-where. Looks like my condo board will be approving my soon-to-be tenant for my NYC apartment. So it'll really be real then. This week in SF it's the 7th Annual Dine About Town, like NYC's Restaurant Week. So, I am going to take advantage and hopefully experience some of SF's great cuisine.
p.s.: Apparently I was so tired that while I locked and deadbolted the door to my home, I left the keys in the lock. Thankfully my Aunt came by the next morning before anyone else did. :)
Friday, June 6, 2008
Sushi? Fantastic!
The best thing about good friends is...
Today I had a great lunch at Sushi Fantastic. Even the name conjures up a good feeling, doesn't it? And while the food was fast, fresh (always key when it comes to sushi) and affordable (hard to find), the company was even better. I had the chance to catch up with a good friend whom I've known for almost... wow... 15 years already. And for about 9 years, a really good, loyal friend who has helped me through some of the darkest and lightest moments of my life. I can only say that I hope one day I'll be as good a friend to her as she has been all these year's to me.
Sorry, East coasters, she's one of the reasons I thought I might make it on the West coast too. We met up today for lunch, and after literally a quick "hello," which to be honest I might have left out if not for the guy at reception, I started talking in the middle of a sentence. Without missing a beat, she answered right back. And when I got lost taking us to lunch (come on, is anyone really surprised?) she figured out how to get us there. [As a side note: she turned and asked for directions, while I barreled on ahead (in the wrong direction). I'm really not sure what this says for male/female stereotypes, though I'm happy to break any.]
Conversation never stopped, though comfortable silences between us are a common thing... and the best part is that when we parted ways today, she said, "I'm not even going to say, 'see you later'." Afterall, I am meeting her at the airport later today to return to Los Angeles for the weekend. And while her track record for taking an on-time Southwest flight is extremely poor, I know I won't even mind being stuck at the terminal with her.
p.s.: those of you that were a part of JIMC know her as our lifesaver...
- you can say completely inappropriate things and it's totally ok
- you can start right where you left off
- they are genuinely happy to see you
- the bright, happy feeling they leave you with when you finally go on your way
Today I had a great lunch at Sushi Fantastic. Even the name conjures up a good feeling, doesn't it? And while the food was fast, fresh (always key when it comes to sushi) and affordable (hard to find), the company was even better. I had the chance to catch up with a good friend whom I've known for almost... wow... 15 years already. And for about 9 years, a really good, loyal friend who has helped me through some of the darkest and lightest moments of my life. I can only say that I hope one day I'll be as good a friend to her as she has been all these year's to me.
Sorry, East coasters, she's one of the reasons I thought I might make it on the West coast too. We met up today for lunch, and after literally a quick "hello," which to be honest I might have left out if not for the guy at reception, I started talking in the middle of a sentence. Without missing a beat, she answered right back. And when I got lost taking us to lunch (come on, is anyone really surprised?) she figured out how to get us there. [As a side note: she turned and asked for directions, while I barreled on ahead (in the wrong direction). I'm really not sure what this says for male/female stereotypes, though I'm happy to break any.]
Conversation never stopped, though comfortable silences between us are a common thing... and the best part is that when we parted ways today, she said, "I'm not even going to say, 'see you later'." Afterall, I am meeting her at the airport later today to return to Los Angeles for the weekend. And while her track record for taking an on-time Southwest flight is extremely poor, I know I won't even mind being stuck at the terminal with her.
p.s.: those of you that were a part of JIMC know her as our lifesaver...
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Noodles, Dumplings and Beer
Finally took the opportunity to explore SF culinary offerings a bit more last night. Met up with Chris after work to go have ramen. 
Turns out we work only a few blocks apart, who knew? Anyway, we went to this little hole-in-the-wall place called Katana-ya. (I absolutely love little hole-in-the-wall places and Japanese cuisine.) So I'd read a few reviews about the great ramen, which is what I ordered, but I have to tell you the broth was only so-so, and the Gyoza left a lot to be desired. On the other hand, Chris' meal, a Katsu-Don looked and smelled pretty good and the ramen noodles were pretty Q. Good food, great company. Verdict: will go back again and try the curry.
I am trying to keep busy this week (seeing friends), but to be honest, I am already dreaming about my upcoming NYC weekend.... down to the second. This was actually a great idea since instead of freakin' out about the number, I am counting down the days.
Turns out we work only a few blocks apart, who knew? Anyway, we went to this little hole-in-the-wall place called Katana-ya. (I absolutely love little hole-in-the-wall places and Japanese cuisine.) So I'd read a few reviews about the great ramen, which is what I ordered, but I have to tell you the broth was only so-so, and the Gyoza left a lot to be desired. On the other hand, Chris' meal, a Katsu-Don looked and smelled pretty good and the ramen noodles were pretty Q. Good food, great company. Verdict: will go back again and try the curry.I am trying to keep busy this week (seeing friends), but to be honest, I am already dreaming about my upcoming NYC weekend.... down to the second. This was actually a great idea since instead of freakin' out about the number, I am counting down the days.
Monday, June 2, 2008
Two Months Or One weekend
Countdown to 30 begins....This weekend was my first weekend in San Francisco (first one that counts anyway. I've been paying rent since April). In addition, my parents came into town, with another carload of my stuff.
Friday night after work, my parents picked me up. (It was awesome to not have to take the bus!) Instead of taking them somewhere local, local. We drove across the Golden Gate bridge 
past Sausalito (and Federated Media) and went to a great Taco-ria called Joe’s Taco in Mill Valley, CA. The décor is a riot. I had been there once before with Dan and a couple of friends. It was muy delicioso! I had the crab tacos and the corn on the cob (with Taco Magic powder) and then stole a couple of sips of my Mom’s Tortilla Soup (yum!). Unlike the previous time , this time there were a lot of kids with parents in the place—including a little girl who still had her ballet shoes on—straight from dance class. By the time we left, there was a huge line outside. That’s right, no reservations!
On Saturday, we went to an annual San Francisco event, the Union Street Festival. It was basically a street fair. I picked up a t-shirt, some sun-dried tomato balsamic vinagrette and a few posters. We also had more roasted corn on the cob (lime and chili butter) and some piping hot Philly Cheese steak sandwiches (of which my father after all my time in Philly, is only NOW a fan) and some Garlic Fries. Yeah, pretty sure I wouldn’t be kissing anyone after that meal.
The reason I had the Philly Cheese steak was because it was to fill in the missing piece of the puzzle. You see, the posters I got were these cool maps of the cities I’ve lived in since college and they had the areas compiled. (I have Manhattan, Chicago, Los Angeles and San Francisco). Did I mention I got a 20% discount after I told them the reason I was buying them was because I had lived in all those places in the last two years? And while they had Boston, they didn’t have 
Philly yet, so I had a Philly Cheese Steak to represent the city of Brotherly Love. Now the posters are lined up along my staircase, with SF at the top in Berkeley colors, so that I can use it as a reference guide and Manhattan greets me everyday when I walk through the door.
On Sunday, I had a date with my Mom (and my Dad came too). I joined the other scores of women that weekend and went to see Sex & the City. Now I had read spoilers and I had read the negative reviews. So I entered with low expectations, and came out… pleasantly surprised. It wasn’t earth shatteringly cinematic history or anything, but it still had the “it” factor that Lipstick Jungle and Cashmere Mafia and all those other wannabes just couldn’t capture. The theater and possibly sympathetic audience clapped, laughed, cheered and sniffled it’s way through the movie (men too!). I had a good time. It was appointment tv in long form, and while the fashion plate collages and various product placement were everywhere, it was still a “coloring” good time. I was able to watch from a distance until the very last scene with the four girls. I actually started to get teary-eyed too. Not because of the storyline, but because that is genuinely what NYC meant to me. Just close friends around a table, good food, good drinks, good times. And as we all grow and change it’s nice to know there are still constants, and that your friends and the city will always embrace you (even as they sometimes kick you).
While I do believe that post-grad school is an appropriate time to start fresh, I also realized that the heartache I feel right now isn’t because I just miss NYC… it’s because New York City was the first city that loved me back. It was the first place that I choose with eyes wide open. It was the first long term affair I’ve ever had. It gave me the strength and courage to stand up for myself and helped me rebuild a completely shattered individual whose heart had been ripped in half and NYC helped me slowly piece myself together again. While I experienced some terrible, life altering events when I first arrived, NYC was the first place that I felt like I fit. Beyond the façade of glitz and glamour, beneath the film of dirt and grime, there is a beautiful metropolis full of life and opportunity. It’s where I took my first real breath. There is no place else on earth like it. And if you don’t love it as much, then there IS someplace else that you could be. For me, I’m not sure yet.
p.s.: In an effort to make me feel better, my mom took me to Loehmann's where I got to use my Birthday month discount. I got stuff, my mom got stuff and we got my dad stuff and we got 15% off. So, I have now been to the SF one too!
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