Archive for July, 2009

drama, dinner and scandal

Posted in friends, HomeSlice, ramblings, restaurant, san francisco with tags , , , , , , , , , , on Saturday 25 July, 2009 by the Notorious O.S.C.

sat 25 july 8:41am

i don’t know why i’m so awake this early.  i’m already dressed and ready to go to the gym!

went to see improv last night.  czechxican’s boyfriend likes to do this as a “hobby”, and homeslice and i attended, you know, in support.

this was a “herald” as they called it.  the audience screams out a topic, and they build a story based on it.  seems simple enough.  but, rather than comedy, it’s experimental drama-dy, for lack of a better explanation.  the actors were going for was “serious drama” rather than hilarious comedy. (both of which can fail miserably)

it was painful to watch at times, because it was a became embarrassing and awkward for us viewers.  at times, the three of us were huddled down in our seats, feeling the pain and awkwardness of watching a train wreck in slow motion, and knowing that there was nothing that could be done about it.

afterwards, we went to the new vineria ristorante in mint plaza, aptly named, 54Mint.  only later to find out that–gasp–it’s actually located at 16 mint plaza.

it was pretty crowded, which is understandable for a friday night at about 9:45pm.

we stand there, and the chef/owners are hangin out, schmoozing (possibly in eye-talian) with some of the bar patrons.

we check in with the hostae.  she tells us it’lll be about 10 minutes.  cool.

we retire to the bar area.

then i run into monnie.  we hug, and catch up for a second. she tells me that she just got her tooth pulled.  ouch.  there’s a downstairs wine cellar too. she’s working on the main floor. she says she’ll probably be our server. cool.

decor is cool.  light colored wood tables, lots of bright white, weird jugs of stuff on the shelves.  lots of wine bottles. various cured animals hanging from large hooks near the bar. big wheels of cheese, huge jars of different kinds of salts.

check out some photos from SFGate.

a busser of sorts asks us how long we’ve been waiting. he says he’ll get a table ready for us. it seemed a little weird. i felt like he was stealing us from the upstairs area for the downstairs.

whatever, we get sat downstairs in the wine cellar area.  it’s cool. it’s storage-slash-dining room.  i like how they don’t try to hide all their wine/dry goods storage, but rather, make it part of the decor. 

the busser-who i later find out is a “manager” seats us and starts schmoozing and blah blah blah blah by trying to perform and entertain us.

it’s one of the worst thing that a food service person can do to me.  i don’t come here to be entertained. i come here to eat. whatever.  we talk about wine and a little bit about the food.

he comes back with everyone else’s wine, and then he says something like, oh, so you’re only having water, right?  being very playful, etc. ok, no wine for you.  and then launches into descriptions of almost every single item on the menu.

meanwhile, i still don’t have my wine.

then he goes on about the olive oil and the 20year old balsamic and blah blah blah.  meanwhile, i still don’t have my wine.  i’m wondering why he’s playing so much. and then i realize he’s trying to buy time so that he can try to remember what i ordered.

another thing that i hate about food service folks.  if you don’t remember what i ordered, own up to it, rather than doing some silly song and dance to try and distract me.   and next time, use paper!

eventually our server came by and we ordered.  home slice and i shared the squid ink risotto ball and some gamberi with sea salt.  the risotto ball was actually a fried rectangle, and it was kick ass! the prawns came in their shells with the heads on.  usually i find it annoying, but this time, i found it to be very cool.  and they were delicious.  can’t remember what the other apps were at the table.  a salad and something.

next course pork belly. pretty tasty but so damn full of fat.  and also caprese salad. yummers.  there was also ravioli: light simple and very very fluffy pasta.  and pesto, but made with walnuts (?) pistachios (?) instead of pine nuts.  so it wasn’t green, it was sort of grey-ish brown.  kick ass!

dessert was chocolate something or other. rich, but very dry.  some sort of cake. and biscotti. and all the cream comes from Straus farm.

moments later, the busser/”manager” brought out a panna cotta with 20year old balsamic.  everyone was raving about how delicious the panna cotta is.  i wasn’t feeling it so much with the balsamic.

don’t get me wrong, i like balsamic. i like panna cotta. and together?  they’re…ok.  i’m not gonna have raging orgasms over it.

meanwhile, upstairs seemed like lotsa loud music and clapping and partying. i felt like we were missing out on the fun, because this busser/”manager” person stole us from upstairs.

and it took forever to get the check.

and the busser/manager kept coming back, and egging us on to drink more wine.  “come on, more wine, i’m not kidding, why not?”  meanwhile, it’s 12:45 and we’re the ONLY ones in the restaurant.    hell yeah i was ready for another drink, but it wasn’t gonna be at this place!

then he launches into another story about how he’s the “manager”, (so he claims) and the owners are drinking a lot tonight, and sorry for the long wait for a table, and some people waited for an hour, and i’ve pretty much lived at this place for for the last 3months, and i there was a server here who got fired, but then she showed up and blah blah blah blah.  STFU already, buddy.

eventually we got the check, but it took another 10 minutes for them to pick it up, and run the credit cards. this made a very long meal even longer.

overall, the food is solid, simple, clean.  and i enjoyed it. i’ll have to try it again.

on the way home, i ran into jacko.  he told me that Hell just got fired from the Restaurant.  stfu!  i’m surprised because i never thought it’d happen.  and i’m also not surprised, because he was a suck-ass manager.

i told him i just came from 54mint and i saw monnie.  he thought she didn’t work there anymore because he got a txt from her the other day asking if he knew about any jobs.  i told him that yeah, she was working, i just saw her. then me and homeslice realized that when busser/”manager” guy was talking about one of the servers who got fired, but came back, he was probably talking about monnie.



glasses with a “G”

Posted in addiction, ramblings with tags , on Friday 24 July, 2009 by the Notorious O.S.C.

fri 24 july 13:42

got back from the eye doc this am. follow-up appt.  i’ve been trying out new contact lenses.  and i decided on my new eyewear frames.

how very exciting.

i pick them up next week.

it’s great to have insurance!  mine covers $150 towards eyewear, and also allows a 20% discount on the lenses and contact lenses.   while it may not be as much as some other places of employment, i ain’t complaining!  for 1year supply contact lenses + eyewear frames/lenses/coating/polycarbonate lenses–my grand total was just shy of 4-bills. and without insurance, i woulda paid 6.3-bills!

i still want crazier ones like the eye-talians wear, although, i’ll have to save some $$ for them.

good times.

the meeting of the minds

Posted in annoying, friends, rant, work on Wednesday 22 July, 2009 by the Notorious O.S.C.

22 july 1:06am

went to a concierge association meeting earlier this evening.

good food.

some concierges are really full of themselves, and can be very condescending.

i gave the membership director a piece of my mind, and pointed out errors in the website and basically made glaring references to areas they’ve neglected.   we are only as good as our resources available to us, and there haven’t been very many resources or information provided to me via the website.

and i listened while we discussed things like integrity and ethics–supposedly, we’re not allowed to accept incentive plans.  like the one from the restaurant in the mun-NOCK-o. but i don’t understand how that’s different than our receiving commissions based on the tours that we book?

i also met some new vendors.  it’s always good to have more options.

i thought i had more to say. but i can’t remember it at the moment.

when i got back to my property, i saw the FD Mgr from the mun-NOCK-o.  and earlier i saw several other kimpton bigwigs, who can be quite pompous and irritating, too.  i’m glad i’m a concierge, and i don’t plan to climb up the ladder any further.

boobs came in to say hello.  but i was on the phone.

she and her friend went into the bar.

when i popped in to say hi, there was an old guy with them.  apparently, he’s a frequent guest at the JayDub.

and god-fucking-dammit! i have to work tomorrow at 7:00am! covering for L, because she got called for jury duty.




c’mon get happy!

Posted in bar, bars, decadence, dive bars, drinking, friends, happy hour, san francisco with tags , , , , , , , , on Monday 20 July, 2009 by the Notorious O.S.C.


me and my alma mater got together for happy hour the other night.

well, let me clarify. it wasn’t an official BUYAHH event. <–the acronym is SO queer, but i enjoy saying it. there were only 4 of us in attendance. me, marky, seedling, and larry.  and special cameo appearance by red.  (frank, unfortunately, couldn’t make it this time.  we’ll try next time, frank!).

we met up. chatted. laughed.  drank.  ate.  eventually, our group got smaller.  larry went to go see the new harry potter movie.  and red went home to change before she went on a bender thru chinatown <–more on that later.

me and seedling and marky went to drink some more at columbus cafe.  i’ve never been there before. and i realize it’s because i’m not white, nor only 5 years outta college. but oh, if i were, then i’d be there all the time!  everyone was a carbon copy of each other.  so many suits!  it was like the marina, but  south.

anyway, it was 2-fer-1 beers.  we got a seat and watched the entertainment unfold in front of us.  seedling got a sneak peek at guy-sitting at the bar’s txt to some random chick.  i unsuccesfully tried to navigate 2 drunk girls to the money pit for the photo booth.  turns out that all they had to do was look between their legs.  literally.  the bill acceptor was underneath where they were sitting.  but they were so damn drunk they didn’t notice.

somehow, seedling left us, and it was me and marky.

we went to tony nik’s. and had another drink.

and we decided to call it a night–until i remembered that i had to retrieve my bike, which still sat locked in front of our first stop of the night–iluna basque.

that was the death of me.

i unlock my bike. and as we walk towards the bus stop, we decide, what the hell.  lets stop into the chinatown bar and see how the bender is going.

this is where it starts to get,  uh…    -=~hazy~=-

we stop into li-po. crowded. with advertising people. it was fun.

we have a drink.

and then i think we ordered another one (?)

and suddenly, like a flash mob. the entire bar empties out.  apparently, they’ve all headed to the next place.

and the bar, suddenly silent, feels like 1:45am, and it’s barely 9:30pm.

a few minutes later, (or maybe 20 minutes later, i dunno–you know how you lose all sense of time when you drink  a lot?) we finish up and walk outside and find ourselves smack dab in the middle of a drunken ad agency, in the middle of chinatown.

somehow, we become honorary employees, and find ourselves at the next bar. fun!

and we had, uh,  two more drinks there ?  (~_~)  i think.

later, fast forward to riding the 1-California bus.

and several hours later, it’s morning, and i wake up to find myself in my bed.

good times.

the king and i

Posted in drinking, friends, san francisco with tags , , , on Sunday 19 July, 2009 by the Notorious O.S.C.

the king and i

sunday 19 july 2009.

on friday, j and i went to san mateo (of all places), to see the king & i. i saw a few of the concierges there.  Creepy Concierge. and Mimi.  and the two ladies.

it was a long-ass play.  me and j left at half-time. it started at 8pm, and half-time wasn’t until 9:45!

from the half i watched, i noticed that it’s just an asian version of the Sound of Music, with suckier music.

like i said, we high-tailed it outta there at half-time, for fear that we’d be stuck there till midnight.

we both had a hankering for thai food.  i wonder why? (-_-)

but instead we drove to palo alto.

once there, we ate at Nola. it was like being in mardi gras in the suburbs. so many college kids were crowding the entrance to the bar.  and we got carded to go into the restaurant.  (i get carded almost every time i go out, so that wasn’t why i was surprised.  but to get carded to go into a restaurant to eat? weird.

food was kick-ass.

we started with chicken andouille gumbo. perfectly spicy and rice-y and flavorful.

and then crab dumplings.  perfectly creamy and asian-ish.

entrees were skirt steak for j, and cajun (?) prawns for me.

and mojitos for both of us.

i was facing the window, so i could watch the parade of stanford kids looking to drink on a friday night.

j drove me back to the BART station. and i got there in the nick of time–i caught the last train back into the city.

i’m glad i don’t live in palo alto.

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