Monday, April 22, 2013

A Weekend in the East Bay

When ever I take a trip to the bay it's always to San Francisco or San Jose.  In February, we dedicated a weekend to East Bay!  I have to thank Jimmy for pushing me to visit my friends.  After all, they are celebrating a momentous occasion:  buying property in Oakland.

Chris and Eric fell asleep in the same position playing with their cats

I never understood cat people.  But congratulations on your new home!  I immediately helped them break into the new space by running to the toilet and using it... you're welcome.  Glad you had febreeze.  I also enjoyed watching them frantically prepare for their party and yelling at each other when a bottle of fish sauce broke in the kitchen.  Nothing smells like new home like fish.

Lots of smells here.

We spent the day in Berkeley exploring the Piedmont shops, Indian Rock and the Marina.   That pier stretches all the way to San Francisco.  Yes, you can walk from Berkeley to SF in one hour ... ... ... ...

And I finally ate at La Note.  I was in Berkeley for school and never ate there.

La Note is a cute French restaurant.  T'was a lovely date.
I enjoyed checking out new restaurants and business pop up near UC Berkeley.

Particularly the remnants of the old building the burnt down on Telegraph.  My favorite noodle house was spared... but it looks like it's a different restaurant now.

The housewarming party was great!  Tons of food!  I was a game hog and played Dance Central for hours.  God, I'm in love with that game.  Check me and Mony out!

While chatting with Joe, we noticed two homeless people getting it on in the alley towards the evening.  Our friend started to yell at them to go away.  "You guys have to shoo them away, soon they'll bring their horny homeless friends and you have a drug and sex orgy alley problem."  #Oakland


The boys are back, enjoying the sun on Eric's $2000 high grade astro turf.  And for some reason, Joe really isn't Asian... we can't blame the sun for those slanted eyes.

Letopho.... a parent?

A couple of my friends are starting to have kids and the idea of this terrifies me.  I spent about one hour surfing the web reading horrific articles about questionable parenting.

My coworker insisted that I meet his daughter.  I'm glad I did, she is adorable.  But I refused to hold her.  I'm scared of breaking her.  He loves her so much his life has changed because of her and it's clear that he's a great dad.

Maybe one day.  I'll make one and hand it off to my parents... since they want grandchildren so badly.  Here yah go!

Mislabeled - Culinary Faux Pas

You would think that Las Vegas chefs know the difference between Banh Mi and Pork Buns.  But even the Chow Mein... cutely served in an Asian American take-out box was mislabeled as Udon.  This must be a joke.  This must be an amateur mistake by a staff member throwing out signs without consulting anyone.  Regardless.  Come on people.

Banh Mi is NOT a newly discovered dish.  Banh Mi is consumed by college kids because of how good it is, how cheap it is and how popular it is because of famous food trucks and chains like Lee's Sandwiches.  Banh Mi is known by all Vietnamese cuisine lovers scattered around the world due to the Vietnamese diaspora. How can you make this mistake Wicked Spoon?!?

Why is this so offensive?  Because... Banh Mi is amazing and those who never had Banh Mi before will be very confused and be misinformed... and it shows a culinary ignorance that should not happen in a world renowned Las Vegas buffet at The Cosmopolitan.

Is this an "interpretation" of Banh Mi?  No.  The vessel is a steamed bun...  you cannot lay two pieces of pizza together and label it a sandwich... maybe you can call it a Pizzwich or I dont know... a Calzone.  You cannot mix around Asian ingredients and hope no one notices.

Did I sit around in silence?  Of course not... I stood up... found a waiter and asked him where the bathroom was so that I can tweet the hotel.  And this is what happened:

My work here is done... and if you don't know what a Banh Mi is... here it is below:

by unlimited_awd

Doesn't that make you angry?  Or at least hungry?!  Hungry for justice.  That's what it makes me.