Tuesday, September 27, 2016
Sunday, September 25, 2016
Saturday, September 24, 2016
Eating the Globe: Australia
Well, Australian readers, how authentic does this look? I understand that this is not the height of Antipodean cuisine. The sausage roll was basically a thick frozen American breakfast sausage rolled into a dry crust. The meat pie was a lot of air and had tiny flecks of beef smeared with a salty Worcestershire sauce-like gravy.
The best part of the experience was what I overheard. The food was served in a donut shop in a gritty town. A loud man in a wife beater shirt was chatting it up with a waitress. He proudly declared that in high school, in the early 1990s, his good friend stomped on his foot and he lost a toenail. That toe was never able to grow a nail again. "For a fat guy, I have beautiful feet."
Indeed.
The Serbian church in town is having a food festival next week but I will not be in town. Off the top of my head, I can realistically eat at Uzbek, Mongolian, Honduran, Barbadian, Jamaican, Austrian, Swiss, Cambodian, Cameroonian, Bangladeshi, Jordanian, Iraqi, Syrian, Turkish,....
Countries tried so far:
Africa: Algeria, Egypt, Eritrea, Ethiopia, Morocco, Nigeria, Somalia, South Africa
Asia: Afghanistan, Burma, China, India, Indonesia, Iran, Israel, Japan, Kyrgyzstan, Laos, Lebanon, Malaysia, Nepal, Pakistan, Philippines, Singapore, South Korea, Taiwan, Thailand, Vietnam, Yemen
Europe: Bosnia, Czechia, France, Germany, Great Britain, Greece, Hungary, Italy, Lithuania, Norway, Russia, Slovakia, Spain, Sweden
North America: Canada, El Salvador, Guatemala, Mexico, Trinidad & Tobago, USA
South America: Argentina, Brazil, Chile, Colombia, Peru, Venezuela
Oceania: Australia, Fiji, Samoa, Tonga
Finally, a real life, comprehensive, contemporary Darien Gap documentary
It's finally here! Great story. And the weird connection. His home at the 2:55 mark of Part 1 is where I work out twice a week.
What owning a ramen restaurant is like
So many questions and thoughts.
1. You don't see that many young people putting in all those grueling hours.
2. He really needs to delegate some of his tasks.
3. Would a low-wage immigrant be able to fit in? Mexican and Central American workers are an integral part of every American restaurant, but would a Chinese or Southeast Asian employee fit in culturally in such a cramped environment?
4. What is that orange device he hits the tops of the eggs with?
5. That's a very clean kitchen.
1. You don't see that many young people putting in all those grueling hours.
2. He really needs to delegate some of his tasks.
3. Would a low-wage immigrant be able to fit in? Mexican and Central American workers are an integral part of every American restaurant, but would a Chinese or Southeast Asian employee fit in culturally in such a cramped environment?
4. What is that orange device he hits the tops of the eggs with?
5. That's a very clean kitchen.
Friday, September 23, 2016
A day in Marin
Yesterday, I took my mother-in-law to see Marin.
We started off with an easy stroll through Muir Woods to see the tall redwood trees. In the parking lot, there was this Austrian-plated Defender. I also saw three old Frenchmen pull up in perfectly restored Indian motorcycles.
On the Pacific Coast Highway, I spotted a small convoy of long wheel based Range Rovers with those swirly paint jobs to mess with spy photographers. They were right-hand drive!
On the way to lunch, I spotted not one, but two Jaguar X-Type wagons.
We dined at Avatar's in Sausalito. It's a small chain of Punjabi-inspired Mexican food. I had the ground lamb enchiladas.
On the way home, we decided to take a detour (that ended up being two hours long) through the Marin Headlands. It was unusually clear and temperate.
We walked to the Point Bonita lighthouse, which is what every ship sees upon entering the San Francisco Bay and the Golden Gate Bridge.
We started off with an easy stroll through Muir Woods to see the tall redwood trees. In the parking lot, there was this Austrian-plated Defender. I also saw three old Frenchmen pull up in perfectly restored Indian motorcycles.
On the Pacific Coast Highway, I spotted a small convoy of long wheel based Range Rovers with those swirly paint jobs to mess with spy photographers. They were right-hand drive!
On the way to lunch, I spotted not one, but two Jaguar X-Type wagons.
We dined at Avatar's in Sausalito. It's a small chain of Punjabi-inspired Mexican food. I had the ground lamb enchiladas.
On the way home, we decided to take a detour (that ended up being two hours long) through the Marin Headlands. It was unusually clear and temperate.
We walked to the Point Bonita lighthouse, which is what every ship sees upon entering the San Francisco Bay and the Golden Gate Bridge.
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