Made the amateur mistake of running errands during rush hour.
In other news, the Out-of-Shape-Out-of-Tune running club has started up again! :D
Made the amateur mistake of running errands during rush hour.
In other news, the Out-of-Shape-Out-of-Tune running club has started up again! :D
Reunited with a group of high school friends today—and funny how so much has happened among us yet little has changed.
After joining them a few hours late at Centennial Park (I’ve never been a fan of ultimate frisbee) and chatting a bit, we discussed dinner options.
We ruled out Korean BBQ because of someone’s dietary restrictions, which made me think of the only vegetarian/vegan restaurant I knew and was a huge fan of—Great Sage. I recommended the Lentil And Green Chile Burger and Thai Coconut Curry and ended up trying something new.
The mushrooms were great and flavorful, but that’s about all I can say for the dish. For the hefty prices, you would expect more, and that’s certainly what some people in the group thought. In the end, I don’t think the meal convinced any of them to try another vegetarian restaurant, let alone return to this one. I admit the meal wasn’t nearly as impressive as the previous two times I’ve been. Pretty sure my hype over how “amazing” the food is didn’t help, either.
Afterward, we headed to Tutti Frutti at Maple Lawn, where we all further caught up on each other’s lives.
Also, I’m realizing I’m becoming too comfortable with taking photos of food and not “in-the-moment” ones—because those are truly the most interesting ones. Who cares about grilled mushrooms?
I didn’t even realize this until after my lunch today, but I miss so much about Shanghai—even the little things like the bibimbap (which by the way was 10 RMB, or <$2, or 1/6 of what it costs in the U.S.) from the tiny shop right outside of Fudan’s Tohee International Student Village.
The thing is, that was not even dolsot bibimbap, meaning served in a hot stone bowl. But it was so freakin’ delicious. It was served on top of a hot bed of rice inside a plastic to-go soup container. It was surprisingly filling, and there was something addicting about the hot sauce used. What made me reflect on this? I ordered bibimbap at a Korean restaurant—not served in a stone bowl, because frankly it was cheaper and I figured I might as well try it. I didn’t even think about how I had already tried non-stone-bowl bibimbap in Shanghai.
But boy, were the differences plentiful! I don’t know if bibimbap is served like this elsewhere (most likely), but the rice came in a separate bowl, so all the veggies were either cold or lukewarm from the heat transferred from the fried egg. The hot sauce was flavorless. All I knew was that I definitely preferred dolsot bibimbap, where the veggies would actually be warm and the crispy rice formed on the bottom of the same bowl would be the best part.
Ugh, my life at home with nothing to do seems to be consumed by my food “adventures.” This can easily pass as a food blog.
I miss city life. I miss Shanghai.
First things first: I finally updated my blog theme!
Let me know in the comments what you think! It took me way longer than necessary to change the favicon (the 16-by-16-pixel icon you see on your browser tab). Long story short, I made a really simple change seem so much more complicated. I had attempted to create one years ago with a red letter ‘S’—but if I’m being honest with myself, it was hideous and didn’t show up well. I finally decided to change it; I kept it simple by using an open-book emoji. I probably will change it again soon if I can think of a better idea.
As for the theme, I wanted to to keep it clean and simple but still interesting. No, I’ve never been willing to shell out the ~$80 for a WordPress theme (how is the Elemin theme worth $125??), but there was no way I was ever going to use the standard, cringeworthy WordPress themes or the ones that try to be unique but everyone ends up using. Case in point: I put a lot of thought into choosing a new theme. It’s not as customizable as my previous one without paying, but I’m very happy with it.
Anyway, I joined my parents and uncle for lunch at the Maryland Live! Casino today. They had planned to check out the buffet there, and despite my recent buffet bashing, I agreed to go. I guess fortunately for all of us, the buffet was not yet open when my parents arrived, and even though they would have only had to wait another 15 minutes until it did by the time I arrived, they judged that the buffet didn’t look good, anyway. I mean, does any buffet ever really “look good”?
Instead, we ate a comped meal at Luk Fu. I would have preferred trying a new restaurant, but this was only my second time anyway. Thanks to my uncle, we ordered six dishes (five are pictured) for four people. Plus, I enjoyed a pretty good chilled milk bubble tea (worth $6 for a glass…). Our Mandarin-speaking waitress was apparently rather fond of me, so she even gave me a refill. LOL. Needless to say, we pigged out.
One redeeming point: I ran, jogged, and walked two laps around Centennial Park in the evening. On a Friday night, it became more apparent to me than ever that having more people at the park motivates me to run more and faster.
It’s quite a psychological thing. Basically, while running, I occasionally have to speed up to run past people (and sometimes even slow down for others to pass me). Right when I’m about to transition from running to walking, I have to do it strategically so that I don’t stop right behind people for them to hear my heavy breathing and think that I’m following too closely. At the same time, I can’t stop right in front of them, because, well, then they would be following me too closely. All these (psychotic?) fears results in me running farther just so I can find that sweet spot to stop and walk.
I’m not that crazy, I promise.
Cardinal rule of cupcakes: You do NOT EVER refrigerate them!!!!!
Such was the rule that Touché Touchet Bakery broke, which resulted in a less-than-pleasant cupcake-eating experience.
Upon entering, the array of baked goods nearly made my mouth water. Everything looked absolutely delicious. Little did I know, the amateurs chilled their cupcakes.
NO. JUST NO.
(Clearly, I’m very passionate about cupcakes. I watch cake shows constantly, after all.) This discovery is made even worse at the fact that I had been wanting to come here ever since I discovered it on Yelp and Foursquare.
First sign of inferiority: Its location. Located right off of a highway and in a seemingly deserted and old center, the bakery did not seem to be very popular or inviting, despite its reviews. Upon entering, the staff certainly was very attentive and kind, and believe me, my excitement level was at an all-time high.
Unfortunately, the cold cupcake seriously disappointed me. I could hardly taste the meager marshmallow filling, and the cake itself lacked the moisture and warmth of a fresh cupcake. I finished it, nonetheless, but I’m sad to say that even though its other non-cupcake items looked amazing, I most likely will not be returning.
I would rather blog about how sushi buffets make me feel uncomfortable than about the poor excuse for a photo today.
So I’ll begin with my lunch at Korshi.
The sushi buffet restaurant just opened in the area, and after tagging along with my mom at work just so I could join her and my dad for lunch instead of being stuck at home (i.e., I didn’t actually do any work for my parents), we headed over to enjoy the $12.95-weekday-lunch special. Even writing that makes me cringe. I blame AskReddit threads for my recent distaste toward buffets of any kind.
I haven’t always been so opposed to buffets. My mom and I would often frequent a small sushi buffet restaurant in nearby town but have since stopped going since it’s not exactly that convenient. And the thing is, it’s not as if I have a decent palate or any sense of what classifies as “good sushi.” Sushi, largely, is just sushi (well, with one exception: The one sushi restaurant in Gaithersburg that I always used to go to before my Saturday violin lessons, to this day, serves the best California rolls—hands down). For a while, I had always been the type to avoid the raw stuff, too, so that makes me even less of a legitimate Asian who “likes” sushi.
Even now, as I am not opposed to eating raw sushi, I still am far from being a sushi connoisseur. All of this considered, you would think that I wouldn’t mind eating at a sushi buffet, where sushi is probably not of the best quality. At the same time, I’m really not that picky of an eater—meaning if people were to take me to a sushi buffet restaurant, I wouldn’t outright refuse. The food itself, given my nonexistent palate, actually tastes good. I would just probably never recommend going to one.
I’ll get to the point. There’s just something inferior about buffets, in general—let alone sushi buffets—that creates this feeling of discomfort. Disregarding even the fact that I feel keenly aware of the size of the people eating at buffets (yes, I fully realize how nasty I may be coming across), I just do not like the concept of eating as much mediocre, unhealthy food as you can to get your money’s worth. I guess I like being served, as opposed to having to get up several times to pile on more food than I should be consuming.
It’s not even about being lazy. If I had to choose between fine dining and buffets—both uncomfortable situations for me—I would choose fine dining any day.
The reality is, given my career track of a poor journalist, I probably will frequent more buffets than fine dining restaurants (unless I somehow manage to become a food writer with my nonexistent palate). I just found it interesting to realize as I was eating at Korshi that I even felt at all slightly uncomfortable. After all, it certainly was not my first time at a buffet, and it’s not as if the food tastes repulsive. It’s all those revealing Reddit threads, I’m telling you! For example, I will NEVER eat at a Golden Corral (watch if you dare).
Anyway, it seems as though I wasn’t inspired enough while at Korshi to take photos (other than a Snapchat that I regretted to save of a piece of sushi). Instead, I took a photo of a meditating dog I saw at Pier One Imports, where my mom and I went to spend her $80 coupon (yeah, my sister went all out for her recent room decorating). Needless to say, this was not what we spent that coupon on.
Went running this afternoon at Centennial Park and saw an ad for a local grocery store.
When did advertisements at a park become a thing? I guess this wasn’t entirely out of place, as it was right next to the stage for the park’s Wednesday night concerts (which I’ve been meaning to check out…).
Ever since I first visited this new local café, I’ve been wanting to return to try its crêpes.
And I finally did.
I had Café Mezcla’s shrimp and avocado crêpe (which is also the most expensive on the menu at $9.50) that also consisted of a “broccoli mix,” topped with drizzles of Thai and toasted sesame sauces. In short, I wolfed that sh*t down.
The only thing is, this café has so much potential (I mean, just look at its mouthwatering menu), but it still doesn’t seem to be getting a lot of business—albeit it was after 6 p.m., and they only recently extended their hours to 8. It was completely empty when I visited. While waiting for my food, I took in my surroundings, trying to glean from what looked like a chic café reasons for its slow business.
It couldn’t be the markings on the side of the counter that made it look unfinished, right? Or the small drops of white paint still slightly noticeable on the tiled floors? Or the out-of-place items stored under a table that had a pitcher of water and Styrofoam cups? Or even the ice cream counter that’s blocked by a large refrigerator full of beverages?
No. The reason for the lack of patrons is more likely due to no WiFi (seriously, though. Cafés of all businesses should have password-free WiFi). Or the fact that this place did only open a few months ago. Or the change in hours.
From what I’ve experienced so far, the food is great. Service and staff are acceptable. Prices are reasonable for a newly opened small business that uses fresh ingredients. The logo design is clean and modern. Location could be better. And personally, I think they shouldn’t use Styrofoam to-go boxes or cups. But all in all, I see myself returning again and again—if not to sit and do work, then simply to try all it has to offer, from sweet crêpes to bubble tea drinks.
If you happened to make it all the way down here (the length of my posts vary so much, I know): In a completely unrelated note, due to my curiosity finally getting the best of me, I’m really interested in knowing who reads my blog. Based on Facebook, WordPress stats, and people who have just told me, I already have an idea but would love to know more! Please do me a quick favor by leaving a comment, whether it’s on this post, an old one that you really liked (heh, yeah, I like to assume people actually like my posts), or even a future one if you don’t feel like it now. Really, the comment may be as simple as, “I read this. -[your name].” I’m THAT curious. Thanks in advance :)
It has been a great 10 days out of the country, but I’m ready to return home.
But I couldn’t leave Canada without making a stop at Ontario-based Tim Hortons. My cousin convinced me that I must try its iced capp—and I am glad I did, even if it was at the airport right before our flight. I didn’t know if there were locations in the U.S. (turns out there are 600…but at least none nearby) but I had to visit either way.
This being the 200th day of my 365-day-photo project, I feel like I should probably write more—or at least do something slightly more special but with 699 photos from my 10-day trip to import, sift through, delete, edit, crop, upload…I’ll just keep it short and sweet :)
I haven’t been to a wedding in years, and the ones I have been to mostly were for Asian couples I had never met and only “knew” through my parents. From the deep reaches of my memory, I recall those weddings also were extremely Chinese, meaning they involved all Chinese food, decorations, venues (Chinese restaurants), etc.
The fact that this was my cousin’s wedding that was held entirely in the hotel we stayed at meant that this wedding would automatically be infinitely more helpful to my understanding of what non-100-percent-Chinese weddings are like.
The day started off early at 10 a.m. with a tea ceremony (though not nearly as early as those bridesmaids—bless their souls—who were up as early as 4:45 a.m. for hair and make-up).
After a buffet of amuse-bouche, we took our seats in the white-and-yellow decorated ballroom of the Delta Bow Valley hotel for the wedding ceremony.
I sat right at the entrance in an aisle seat, meaning I most likely inadvertently photobombed 99 percent of the photos taken.
The rest of our afternoon was free until cocktails and dinner at 6 p.m., so we returned to the shopping center we went to yesterday to finish our browsing (found and bought the last black-and-white-striped maxi dress from Jacob that I saw someone at the wedding wear). The C-Train in Calgary has a no-fare zone (great idea), so we easily took the train a few stops. On the way back, I snapped a photo of the beautiful Bow skyscraper.
We made it back on time to enjoy front-row seats to the reception, where I just happened to be assigned to sit right next to the wedding cake. I couldn’t help but laugh. If you know me well enough, you would know that I am obsessed with cake shows.
The rest of the night was filled with delicious food, tearful speeches, and more instances where I probably unintentionally photobombed everyone’s photos (sat right next to the cake which was right next to the dance floor).
All in all, a weekend well-spent in the friendly city of Calgary :)