Travel changes you. As you move through this life and this world you change things slightly, you leave marks behind, however small. And in return, life - and travel - leaves marks on you. Most of the time, those marks - on your body or on your heart - are beautiful. Often, though, they hurt.
Still for 2?
Is what our hostess asked me after confirming our reservation at Yankee Pier on Valentines Day. In which I immediately replied,” no… just one,” with my girlfriend(melody)standing next to me.
After being seated the waiter handed us what can only be described as day old bread, which was strangely similar to a baguette you’d get from Safeway at night after it’s been sitting out all day, but I digress. I ended up ordering a cheeseburger despite being at a seafood restaurant and melody, stepping out of her usual comfort zone, got the shrimp tacos with cilantro lime rice. We also ordered a 3 sides that turned this quaint valentines day dinner into a Joey chestnut like display of gluttony. a “big fat buttermilk biscuit,” which we had to get after seeing on the menu, Mac and cheese, and whipped potatoes that, like a magic trick, turned into wallpaper paste in the blink of an eye! My burger wasn’t bad but I would’ve payed half for in and out and it would have tasted 10x better. Melody actually liked her tacos, or at least she told me she did and in another gross display of over indulgence we ordered the butterscotch pudding for dessert which in hindsight was probably not a great idea because when were finished we could barely get up out of our chairs. but the night was not finished yet.
We walked what seemed like a mile to my car, that screeches for 10 min when you start it, and drove home. we got home and after a much needed period of digesting I put out the chocolate covered strawberries that I had made earlier in the day that turned out surprisingly well, or so I thought. The strawberries, another dozen roses (yes,I gave her 2) ;), and an episode of No Reservations capped off the night perfectly. Until she left and I spent half the night in front of the toilet puking my guts out. An unfortunate ending to an otherwise great valentines day….
PETA doesn’t want stressed animals to be cruelly crowded into sheds, ankle-deep in their own crap, because they don’t want any animals to die-ever-and basically think chickens should, in time, gain the right to vote. I don’t want animals stressed or crowded or treated cruelly or inhumanely because that makes them probably less delicious.
China Town misfortune
Me and my friends were looking for a place to eat in Chinatown when a crazy old Chinese woman came up and started shouting “GOOD CHINESE FOOD HERE!!” in a thick, almost inaudible accent. You’d think that we would have seen that as a red flag but we were starving so we followed her up a scary ass flight of stares to find a surprisingly big(and gaudy) dining room with some customers!! After being seated were given what I would call the worst restaurant experience OF OUR LIVES!!
The hostess was so charming with her rude one or two word answers and i loved how she never made eye contact with any of us, like we were some kind of leper colony. After a couple minutes of looking, we thought we had made a good decision on coming here… WE DIDN’T. We started with some pot stickers and chow mein which was actually really good! I wish we had gotten 4 orders of that instead of the sloppy mess we actually ordered. After we finished eating those our entrees came out… Sweet and sour chicken, Beef and broccoli, and orange peel chicken. The flavorless, Slimy, almost noodle like beef was a great texture contrast to the rock hard, almost raw broccoli it was served beside. The orange peel chicken, that HAD NO ORANGE PEEL.. instead, two wedges of what my friend had to spit out after trying. They looked like oranges but who can be sure. The sauce that was so sloppily poured over the chicken, tasted like a mixture of Tropicana and A1 steak sauce that left little to be desired. Last but not least the sweet and sour chicken.. mundane and ordinary are the only two adjectives i would use to describe this dish. All of the food had ZERO presentation, which would have been fine if it tasted half decent. They say you eat with your eyes before you eat with your mouth, well my eyes were projectile vomiting when i saw this food.
When we got the check we were all pleased to find that they included an 18% tip in the bill!! Which apparently they thought they had earned.. The bill was $90 for 4 people!! Just slightly overpriced.
In conclusion I
would rather eat hot garbage than go back and try this place again…. oh and the fortune cookies were disgusting too.
If a picture is worth a thousand words, how many is this one worth???
Gott’s in San Francisco after a long morning at the Farmers Market with my girlfriend. We were fortunate enough to find FREE parking in SF and promptly celebrated with cheeseburgers and sweet potato fries… Even on a rainy day in the city plagued with bad traffic and crowded tables we managed to look past the cold and happily sit outside with our food while slowly slipping into a christopher reeve(post superman) like state
