old and fearless

last week we celebrated my fearless leader's (matt) birthday at our friend kevin's B restaurant in old town Oakland. Joel and Neil also joined us for dinner. Taking over the kitchen about a month ago, our friend saman tuned out some outstanding dishes. The pizzas from the wood-fire oven were way better than what we had at A16 just couple of weeks ago. The raw scallops with blood orange, micro basil and serrano chili remind me of the raw beef dish you can get at some vietnamese restaurant, flavors were wonderfully balanced, I, again, can go on and on, but I am tired.....

We had so much food and wine that I could not finish my game hen, and I barely touched the cheeses that came after. We really had a great time (although matt looked rather serious in this picture, I guess that happens when you get old), just talking shit and eating and drinking. And thanks to kevin for sponsoring a good chunk of the evening, this one didn't hurt too much.

FoodsCo

To boost the morale of our research group, we took a little field trip to this super ghetto supermarket in the Mission called FoodsCo yesterday. This place is awesome, they sell shit you wouldn't see in the regular stores, shit most white people wouldn't think of buying much less consuming. We always see people on crack and doing weird shit either in the store or in front of it. We go mostly for the entertainment, and the low price on soda. There is a bargain bin full of low price goodies that were either a little damaged or opened. There are cup of noodle for like 10 cents, jump ropes for 99 cents, scary brands of cereal for like 1.50 a box, shit like that. The prize of the lot was this box of wine tape together with some freezer bag, I am not quite sure of the logic to sell these two items together, but this entire place doesn't make a whole lot of sense anyway. Actually, I am not really making any fucking sense right now either, I have a really bad hangover, or maybe I am still drunk, I can never figure out which is the case.