tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68991353624042258412024-03-13T12:59:24.494-07:00Tummy TukwilaFood blog about the lunch time adventures of three office mates in Tukwila, Washington.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger113125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6899135362404225841.post-78136347723251580922009-09-11T12:46:00.000-07:002009-09-11T12:49:29.312-07:00Crickets...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCgi7doz7SH2XDOI7R3Gy1eM15K5gTagDsAjbd4atYa4Tc2itsudKF3O2irep5B9535ST27PY63cFVrvkZxnvHw7T9M6uoZ8u1vImtbxmuz6GeB-6WbRaULmwdnwd4B4qxj3KcQ1n8CLk/s1600-h/cricket1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380298897088883250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCgi7doz7SH2XDOI7R3Gy1eM15K5gTagDsAjbd4atYa4Tc2itsudKF3O2irep5B9535ST27PY63cFVrvkZxnvHw7T9M6uoZ8u1vImtbxmuz6GeB-6WbRaULmwdnwd4B4qxj3KcQ1n8CLk/s400/cricket1.jpg" border="0" /></a> Sorry, readers. With vacations and crazy schedules, the summer has proven to be very busy for us here at T2. We'll pick it up again later this fall. Meanwhile - head out to some of our favorite places and enjoy some of the local characters of Tukwila!<br /><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6899135362404225841.post-52148697773967624792009-08-05T14:12:00.000-07:002009-08-05T14:52:51.650-07:00(New Feature!) J Tries Something Different<a href="http://rayally.typepad.com/.a/6a011570827ead970c011570fdc1ff970c-800wi"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://rayally.typepad.com/.a/6a011570827ead970c011570fdc1ff970c-800wi" /></a><br /><div><div><div><strong><span style="font-size:78%;">After an extended absence which involved first graduating, then spending a couple of months doing nothing that required thinking, J makes his triumphant return to Tummy Tukwila. Endlessly attending University of Washington has resulted in many routines that he is now trying to break. One of these routines is always ordering the same thing at restaurants. From now until 2010, J will select something he has never or rarely eaten at the T2 gang's familiar haunts, and review his experiences.</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong>August 4 Familiar Haunt: Joeys [sic]<br />J's Routine: Better Beef Dip with Skinny Fries</strong></div><br /><br /><div>The T2 crew was joined for lunch today by frequent guest star Power Womon as they headed to Joeys for a healthy dose of T&A (that's "tasty" and "appetizing," pervert) vittles. At first, everyone tried something different--Joeys had a bland, unappealing male host instead of Paris Hilton, and the crew sat in the actual restaurant instead of the bar, an experience not unlike attending the buffet at a senior citizen's home in Las Vegas. Paris herself had even changed her hair from <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oKTiwCez6Zs">rolling-on-the-top-of-a-camaro </a>blonde to <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUt8K59MZjWX7kL2mdD_xltbhH4I6fL_ApI_N3AtNVoett2XFoEt3thVBOkLSUw-dplPO-99PpjlcXjbbGhPl78s8AoFPTuVLMgTdzNo_Vm5hIiYVZOHdhYeWvIt_8c2paNBejaBsc9SU/s400/cc_mokoptica_mary_glasses.jpg">sexy librarian cinnamon</a>.</div><br /><br /><div>For his something different, J ordered the lobster grilled cheese, which he has eaten once before, and crispy mashed potatoes instead of fries, which he had not eaten before. Upon arrival, the plate was oddly unbalanced--the sandwich was tiny, cut into quarters, and arranged in a small, vaguely unappealing pile while the potatoes loomed large on the other side in a giant white bowl. It turned out that the sandwich was just the right size, as it was very rich. J found the lobster to be slightly fishy in taste, but mixed well with the melted brie cheese. However, the bread was a bit too oily for his taste, and the spring onion mixed in overpowered the other ingredients. The potatoes were also garnished with spring onion (note to Joeys: it's nearly autumn), which J swept aside, as well as bacon, cheddar cheese, and a dollop of sour cream. They resembled egg rolls--mashed potatoes stuffed inside some sort of shell and deep fried--and were delicious for about four bites. After that, they tasted oddly processed. The mashed potatoes were instant, J's palate told him, the bacon cheap, and the cheese unnecessary. He washed them down with a Thomas Kemper root beer.</div><br /><br /><div>The rest of the gang, however, did not try anything different. R had the fish tacos she orders everywhere, B had his tired old chicken souvlaki, and PW continued with her unapologetic quest to order the most bland and pedestrian item on every menu in South King County (caesar salad, also with crispy mashed potatoes).</div><br /><br /><div>Odd moment of the meal: a sudden surge in the volume of the music, selecting a sleazy slo-jam to blare at top volume. J half-expected the fingernail chandelier to dim and a pole to rise from the floor for a mid-afternoon show.</div><br /><br /><br /><div>Food: 3/5<br />Atmosphere: The crew will return to the bar next time<br />Good Times: 4.5/5</div></div></div>JTContinentalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03091726867374530062noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6899135362404225841.post-3791992969226434162009-07-30T13:32:00.000-07:002009-07-30T13:50:12.756-07:00Shocking Discovery!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixLSLclwmyUnsA2Mc4DRJGAHC2iTXawqZL-nxWqpZUKd2Z9b0M0HuphZSy3w6NmwI9FtpOoN4fZtB2jkydg0TeoxNkwEMOWgaPmMG1JhbYz0dsBNJtbb6WQc_SlI2sgjdSKblpvWX4MnU/s1600-h/miami_ink_bg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364355861644780514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixLSLclwmyUnsA2Mc4DRJGAHC2iTXawqZL-nxWqpZUKd2Z9b0M0HuphZSy3w6NmwI9FtpOoN4fZtB2jkydg0TeoxNkwEMOWgaPmMG1JhbYz0dsBNJtbb6WQc_SlI2sgjdSKblpvWX4MnU/s400/miami_ink_bg.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div>The Frau and B have something in common - they both prefer bad boys.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br />Today at the Pita Pit, the Frau was all over some poor guy and his tattoos. She actually left the register to get to this guy so she could fondle his tattoos. Either the woman has some serious juevos, or a complete lack of perception about people's personal space. </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br />Speaking of - to my great relief (literally), the lock on the bathroom door has been changed from a terribly, difficult pinhole, to a standard <a href="http://tummytukwila.blogspot.com/2009/03/fondlin-frau.html">no-instructions-needed</a> key hole. Thanks, Pita Pit!</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br />In other news - it's much cooler in Tukwila today. </div><div></div><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6899135362404225841.post-84986097982367383932009-07-30T10:12:00.001-07:002009-07-30T10:33:15.288-07:00It's That Time Again<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyrWE4llkJpoFCX9A6XptUqgJ2MaWRNRpjOlEM_ZIHaVxQiwJ76Yfc8Esu6bXc-sZxIDdjM8czSvHNVuR42G4tQKF4rfV8GaVajRkBPzNZxhZZ6kjDVlwuh_KIeZtj-HxGQeCsJelc8Dk/s1600-h/blueangelshot.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364302913868754386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyrWE4llkJpoFCX9A6XptUqgJ2MaWRNRpjOlEM_ZIHaVxQiwJ76Yfc8Esu6bXc-sZxIDdjM8czSvHNVuR42G4tQKF4rfV8GaVajRkBPzNZxhZZ6kjDVlwuh_KIeZtj-HxGQeCsJelc8Dk/s400/blueangelshot.gif" border="0" /></a>It's time again for <a href="http://tummytukwila.blogspot.com/2008/07/today-j-and-b-are-out-of-office-so-for.html">Hot Dogs & Angels</a>! <div>Stuff your chowder-hole with hot dogs and punch!<br />Play "Which dot in the sky is a Blue Angel?"! </div><div>Compete for fabulous prizes!<br /><br />Hmmm... nothxbuhbye. </div><div><br /> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>After last year's embarrassingly anticlimactic hot dog eating contest, where the contestants gingerly nibbled at their hot dogs, while the winner won by barely eating 4, I'll be at the Pita Pit where playing "<a href="http://tummytukwila.blogspot.com/2009/03/fondlin-frau.html">Stick the key in the hole, and wiggle it around</a>" with Frau Farbissina is somehow more exhilarating.</div><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6899135362404225841.post-41247102916963495952009-07-29T13:42:00.000-07:002009-07-29T14:23:00.011-07:00102 - I'm not kidding<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1op0MWNLaAt6e12clhTBGkpMQmy3IZ51y3h4hwKihpXsyirTJhptgKqQF4M0KK8KzygQO_uj5cX0dwecQE4W2JR3rpiJVVwYrwMTsoTBLOsHcFpzDyFftF9gkAGXOHV1fkJwOCV6fytg/s1600-h/melting-ice.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363995229873607858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1op0MWNLaAt6e12clhTBGkpMQmy3IZ51y3h4hwKihpXsyirTJhptgKqQF4M0KK8KzygQO_uj5cX0dwecQE4W2JR3rpiJVVwYrwMTsoTBLOsHcFpzDyFftF9gkAGXOHV1fkJwOCV6fytg/s400/melting-ice.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div>Stupid. This weather is stupid. B said that someone here at the Compound was threatening to call the police on this weather. I agree - let's have this weather arrested for impersonating Phoenix, Arizona.</div><div></div><div><br /></div><div>Today we were forced to go to Blue C Sushi - the food is cold and so is the service (we still miss you DeDe... wherever you are). </div><div><br />It's too hot to type, so I'll leave you with this: </div><div><a href="http://www.bing.com/images/search?q=icebergs&form=QBIR&qs=n">http://www.bing.com/images/search?q=icebergs&form=QBIR&qs=n</a>#<br /></div><div> </div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6899135362404225841.post-6184296995487288622009-07-23T13:49:00.000-07:002009-07-24T10:56:30.427-07:00Full TiltB is out of the office this week, so today J and I ventured up to White Center for some <a href="http://tummytukwila.blogspot.com/2008/09/5-mexicans-youll-meet-in-heaven.html">Tacos Guaymas</a> - I was in need of some Mexican food therapy after having a hectic week at the Compound.<br /><br />Guaymas is always a good choice for fast Mexican food - it's about as authentic as you can get being 2,000 miles from the border of Mexico. I had a veggie burrito, J had something new for a change - chicken tamales. And although the chips tasted like they were fried in month-old oil, and then left to sit in a dark, dank drawer in the storage closet, the food was excellent.<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362082581801638354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEUcAj3OkuT36S6fxtJT3VV9vISRmAfEhu39Bj0ywC-WTaTaIocqLL221nPvok2CNuoXFO_MccS3Nqnte_QeFcN1qkUZ4j1ayF5hK4nDCAC9NZ9_PhVB6bju_3oOQIzuBKTv2ujrJtnaA/s400/fulltilt.jpg" border="0" /><br />Afterwards, we walked over to a new ice cream/arcade in White Center called <a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/full-tilt-seattle">Full Tilt</a>. Full Tilt, like Molly Moon, offers weird ice cream concoctions (cardamon, horchata, and the flavor of the month for everyone one making anything around town - salted caramel) in a video arcade of the 1980s setting. I had the horchata and J got the Blue Moon and mint chocolate chip - all were deelish and highly recommended.<br /><p>We were there for a while (mostly just waiting for the ladies in front of us to order something), but after we got our scoops, we took a look at the arcade offerings: Super Mario Brothers, Donkey Kong, Ms. Pac Man, loads of pinball games and more. If you have 90 minutes (travel</p><p>Special message for the senior citizens of White Center: If you want to block the ice cream bar for 20 minutes, while tasting every g'damn flavor on the menu, at least BUY SOMETHING!</p>Thank you.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6899135362404225841.post-21687421002265463572009-07-16T11:32:00.000-07:002009-07-16T16:38:02.081-07:00I Ate This<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdS20b6vI4NWxLNxCq_17NilIZvsiI3BFxmgQomCkQmjVY7o6bcqCf-DYrKNlGMFiD_qwxek6pbTPy_GLEumH12DTRGrzYQd3Yjotq9CMcTU4dAUygUqm9R3OJO5yFORgH3lSy2XYZ7Cs/s1600-h/zippy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359127819814148114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdS20b6vI4NWxLNxCq_17NilIZvsiI3BFxmgQomCkQmjVY7o6bcqCf-DYrKNlGMFiD_qwxek6pbTPy_GLEumH12DTRGrzYQd3Yjotq9CMcTU4dAUygUqm9R3OJO5yFORgH3lSy2XYZ7Cs/s400/zippy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Good, Lord! Is that meat in that delicious-looking burger? No... heck no. It's the black bean burger at Zippy's in West Seattle, and it is some unholy goodness. If you can get past the strange location (next to a weird quicky mart, across from a fire station, in the middle of a seedy neighborhood), this is a seriously excellent find.<br /><br />I've been driving past this place every night for the past year, and lately they've had a line out the door that would make Molly Moon jealous. I kept wondering what the heck, and then my friend, GQ suggested we go there after a grueling, hot run around Lincoln Park. I was feeling adventurous, and she was paying, so naturally, I was in.<br /><br />Turns out that Zippy's is this funky little burger joint, with walls filled with burger paraphernalia of a time gone by (remember when Happy Meals came in cardboard carriers?), and killer hamburgers. Oh, and if you love onion rings? These babies bite all the way through - no pulling out soggy onion strings. It's cash only, so be sure to have some money with you.<br /><br />Meanwhile, today marked the first time in seemingly eons since the whole of T2 had lunch together. We went to Simply Thai, where there was no Fat Girl, a lady with white high-heels and legs that (according to B) - went "all the way up" - I don't know, cause I wasn't looking.<br /><br /><br /><strong>In Compound news:</strong><br /><br />This is the latest in What Not to Wear to Work:<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359192758921860530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv_ON2wNkkKNAXy8UAAUvxSAGeYPfRAeRSglQAO68WFbW02g3nS22zZ5PWFqMo9JuRlvlBdAZOhi8UyQ4cMUV-EOT_UFLi7xf1Zid9saEeSh2CzqD6z81H6-PrretVS5tIgmSxCNb6yCQ/s400/badoutfitforwork.jpg" border="0" /> Maybe I'm just jealous, but tennis shoes, sport socks and cargo shorts when everyone else is forced into wearing polyester and cotton blends is not a great way to win friends and influence people.<br /><br />And, it's that time of year again - Blue Angels and hot dogs. Hopefully there won't be another hot dog eating contest, but I'm sure something equally as tragic will shake down... stay tuned.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6899135362404225841.post-89821251022608420242009-07-10T13:14:00.000-07:002009-07-10T14:00:58.578-07:00Creatures Lurk in Old Spaces<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir4dPnGN2F_e-X9byCI4PYDXxsUdryU2ssPQF93WCMVkgWZtN8ymNX02VDR96rRW09XiewJ4BfCRmp2CSr3SOAwo_j2ft5sPW9R1i7b2WAiq7WkWk_RCwX_c4P1v7lH1F9IjEbtvcyObQ/s1600-h/510UAfszPlL._SL500_AA280_.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356939044416424114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir4dPnGN2F_e-X9byCI4PYDXxsUdryU2ssPQF93WCMVkgWZtN8ymNX02VDR96rRW09XiewJ4BfCRmp2CSr3SOAwo_j2ft5sPW9R1i7b2WAiq7WkWk_RCwX_c4P1v7lH1F9IjEbtvcyObQ/s200/510UAfszPlL._SL500_AA280_.jpg" border="0" /></a>Yesterday, B and I went to Blue C with the Bird Killer. Because he's easy to manipulate, BK was made to drive us in his young, aggressive male, luxury, sport sedan that is nearly 10 years old, covered in bird droppings, tree sap and pollen, and is growing spider webs in the back seat - where I had to sit. What in the heck? BK - you cart your family around in your Spidey mobile, for the love of birds - take it to the Brown Bear already!<br /><div><div><br /><div>After an incredible escape from a spider nest on wheels, I ate sushi. Let me tell you - Blue C is not like it was. The T2 crew no longer receive the celebrity treatment when they walk in the door, this is probably due to the fact that the entire staff has switched over, and have no clue to the fun we had there with DeDe, Pink Shirt Guy, Michael and the Lesbian. Neither do they know <a href="http://tummytukwila.blogspot.com/2009/03/saddest-lunch-ever.html">what shook down last March</a>. I suppose it's a good thing - it offers a fresh start... right? There could be another DeDe type, there could be more goodness, star treatment and fun times... right?<br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Unfortunately, Blue C was sort of a mess. The guy who replaced DeDe, although tries really hard to give star-quality service, is an airhead. Poseur mixed up our cards and bills so badly, I thought B was going to punch him in the throat. A 20 minute ordeal came down to this - I ended up with a $10 off coupon, and B was promised $10 off with his next visit. So not too bad, but B swore he would never go back - of course, he's said this before.</div><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXlh0dxY27uCS0Tlq3T944QvHRUel5f7YMvfqXnZ0ZAruwsiYqPjIEmpnsM-e2xv1fmeWkjYPz-78qDTy-Jpaw9mIIbmDgMeJ24Oeej3wcTes8GplxCr-oDn_4rr6-yR7TzlvwPSypdko/s1600-h/mexico-cancun-s.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356939152693233362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXlh0dxY27uCS0Tlq3T944QvHRUel5f7YMvfqXnZ0ZAruwsiYqPjIEmpnsM-e2xv1fmeWkjYPz-78qDTy-Jpaw9mIIbmDgMeJ24Oeej3wcTes8GplxCr-oDn_4rr6-yR7TzlvwPSypdko/s200/mexico-cancun-s.jpg" border="0" /></a>Today I had lunch with the Chef at good ol' trusty, Taco Del Mar. TDM has some new outdoor seating, so we gave it a try and ate outside. The hot weather combined with a sweet breeze from the north, made my fish tacos better than I've ever had them. I could have stayed there all day, but I had to get back to the Compound and get back to work. </div><div></div><br /><div>And for all of you Taco Queen fans - she's MIA, again. Though there is a new taco crafter in her place, and judging on her taco making skills, might just bump the Taco Queen off her throne!</div><div></div><div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6899135362404225841.post-72876752426915448732009-07-07T13:45:00.000-07:002009-07-07T14:07:25.888-07:00T2 - Well Rested!<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn1zy_2JT5y7AWzoVoRagyD2xvBWYJ7etS4t8SbTEK-QbBaAQHN9JYWkbEK5QqU7czvJXZIFQ5YxE0bBaxGe86d71wxodaaUAY_9GmkkY5uM6Vi6bYxZhyphenhyphenWIpUv8zL2K4psWECd7fQlTg/s1600-h/dArt_Tropical_Islands_vol_1_11773.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355822911244320082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn1zy_2JT5y7AWzoVoRagyD2xvBWYJ7etS4t8SbTEK-QbBaAQHN9JYWkbEK5QqU7czvJXZIFQ5YxE0bBaxGe86d71wxodaaUAY_9GmkkY5uM6Vi6bYxZhyphenhyphenWIpUv8zL2K4psWECd7fQlTg/s400/dArt_Tropical_Islands_vol_1_11773.jpg" border="0" /></a>For the month of June, T2 was on vacation. But now we're back and looking forward to reviewing outdoor seating, food just beyond the Tukwila line, and bringing you new and exciting T2 characters and guest contributors.</div><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikCGrPXN2qaJaOqqts4Dl4SH7o04ADzYDhN45BvH3dCU4PO5SCDXkH-OSBAtJiygvqCRZ3F6BEo3ihZc6xoaMrNJ-3fb2Y_159DG0T6CDjtZAX_8SDCboi1q510JRJIpvDzFUqjEtsPvs/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355827567897372498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 105px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikCGrPXN2qaJaOqqts4Dl4SH7o04ADzYDhN45BvH3dCU4PO5SCDXkH-OSBAtJiygvqCRZ3F6BEo3ihZc6xoaMrNJ-3fb2Y_159DG0T6CDjtZAX_8SDCboi1q510JRJIpvDzFUqjEtsPvs/s200/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /></a>Nothing happened today, unless you count the Restaurant City avatar that served J and I at Mali Thai.<br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6899135362404225841.post-37967406099862932462009-05-27T15:13:00.001-07:002009-05-27T15:43:31.131-07:00M. Dares Casino Food<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYDyyiTI1t4jPEy6y0OE9Y33nn5NBygLLN2-9lPLJ4GX2j-nzGyAi5J3qyHwbd1YgYjBMxzTXNh92xPm9fBBhRoHFs_pDT5nC1C6B3RL9AgS0ZQMNGcmjibHzKJAZsbcg-ncuxsFLeB3E/s1600-h/800px-Riverside_Casino,_Tukwila_Washington.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340632252991871378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYDyyiTI1t4jPEy6y0OE9Y33nn5NBygLLN2-9lPLJ4GX2j-nzGyAi5J3qyHwbd1YgYjBMxzTXNh92xPm9fBBhRoHFs_pDT5nC1C6B3RL9AgS0ZQMNGcmjibHzKJAZsbcg-ncuxsFLeB3E/s400/800px-Riverside_Casino%252C_Tukwila_Washington.jpg" border="0" /></a>Today, we have a special report from faithful (and intrepid) reader, M. on the Riverside Casino: <div></div><br /><div><blockquote>Today I rolled the dice and had lunch at the Riverside Casino. Thai Curry Chicken Fried Rice was highly recommended to me by someone....that I can only assume doesn't eat out much. I mean the guy raved about this dinner and I just don't get the hub-bub. But they do have pad t<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">hai</span> and I'm a sucker for pad t<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">hai</span> so I might actually venture back one day.<br /><br />Their parking lot is packed lunch & dinner hours and I mean PACKED! I don't feel I have solved the mystery is it food or the card games?<br /><br />On a positive note, the service was fast. You will not get a seat at the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Baccarat</span> table - that area is non-stop action from open to close, but the restaurant portion has plenty of open tables if you go before 1pm.<br /><br />The place is open 24/7 and serves breakfast, lunch or dinner anytime. No website. The place does not smell like smoke - it had a recent remodel and is decent. And I have easily three portions of food for $10. Once I picked out the pineapple [<a href="http://tummytukwila.blogspot.com/2008/08/where-have-all-hotties-gone.html">The Power Womon</a> and M. will not be dining together anytime soon] it was edible. Spicy, but edible. My lips are on fire; <a href="http://tummytukwila.blogspot.com/2009/05/on-road.html">the photo of the shake at the Iceberg</a> nearly drove me to Utah! </blockquote></div><br /><br />The Riverside Casino has Thai menu? Bizarre! Thanks for the report, M., and congratulations on making it out alive - T2 has avoided the place like swine flu - believing it to be the origins of the Green River Killer. I mean, this place looks like the perfect spot to sit around a baccarat table, eat fried rice and get obsessed about prostitutes. I'm just saying.<br /><br />Wondering about a restaurant in Tukwila, but don't dare try it? Let us know by responding to this post, and we'll get you a review - one way or another.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6899135362404225841.post-79025304494137038542009-05-23T11:40:00.000-07:002009-05-27T15:39:33.791-07:00On the road<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEillmIGbM2cgXbnHsRr5gf2YWIfw2d8C98t_FoYiOUvBBpB8ghHrms6gUQwRRAYcrhg7j17WBlOWi0yBR3XrWgAzArMHTBkiVZE0s8svx1R4YHq4HYBD5H4XPInwRpbaQC8o9h6V1Wp2BY/s1600-h/iceerg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339094179182362850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEillmIGbM2cgXbnHsRr5gf2YWIfw2d8C98t_FoYiOUvBBpB8ghHrms6gUQwRRAYcrhg7j17WBlOWi0yBR3XrWgAzArMHTBkiVZE0s8svx1R4YHq4HYBD5H4XPInwRpbaQC8o9h6V1Wp2BY/s400/iceerg.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />This past week I've been in my home town, Salt Lake City, Utah. A lot has changed here, but thank goodness, one thing has remained the same: the Iceberg in Draper.<br /><br />When I was eight years old, I was on a all-boys baseball team. Anytime we won a game, our coach would take us to the Iceberg for burgers and shakes. It is one of those happy childhood memories that incredibly, has stayed trapped in time.<br /><br />I ordered what I always had - fish fillet sandwich, hand-cut fries, and a hand-mixed, hot fudge, banana shake. It's a heart attack in a sack for sure, but since it's a rare occasion, I indulged.<br /><br />If you're ever passing through cow town, Draper, Utah - stop in. It's been there since 1960, and judging by endless stream of Mormons stopping in for ice cream (aka: Mormon foreplay), it'll be there for a long time still.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6899135362404225841.post-75670785817482511242009-05-20T11:13:00.000-07:002009-05-20T11:16:34.151-07:00LL Lunch<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgceCw6sPKtS7AmpTMOT8m3GcMynySJ-3-ZCaboH8XnAC-LrFqjbLr7dPKVfVu8tgkyAR4P3fLj27yrM2t5TpMmEAy64u4OAr1zWVDOvjc2u4ezMXgl3w3Zb57RxWeMIoBdzvUDxeHrvQ0/s1600-h/sporing.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337971684334390402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgceCw6sPKtS7AmpTMOT8m3GcMynySJ-3-ZCaboH8XnAC-LrFqjbLr7dPKVfVu8tgkyAR4P3fLj27yrM2t5TpMmEAy64u4OAr1zWVDOvjc2u4ezMXgl3w3Zb57RxWeMIoBdzvUDxeHrvQ0/s400/sporing.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>mmmm.. garlic water.... </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6899135362404225841.post-42403643760901070882009-05-06T15:42:00.000-07:002009-05-06T15:57:31.713-07:00Another LL Lunch for the books<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht9Zwv5s2zdsD7afuZpyhyphenhyphenJ-03U7UIYCBDzAA3ywepA-n1-U4WwNoFg_seWrF3dA-KGuBZQyzep1r2xW3KXdQo8r_8eCsQhfWQJJ1zP9dc86YaGNUfN3S_LducU0UkHGzq8B3F1K905DY/s1600-h/AnnieChunsBowlsLg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332845442305446706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht9Zwv5s2zdsD7afuZpyhyphenhyphenJ-03U7UIYCBDzAA3ywepA-n1-U4WwNoFg_seWrF3dA-KGuBZQyzep1r2xW3KXdQo8r_8eCsQhfWQJJ1zP9dc86YaGNUfN3S_LducU0UkHGzq8B3F1K905DY/s400/AnnieChunsBowlsLg.jpg" border="0" /></a>Today's treat was Annie Chun's Udon Noodle Soup.<br /><p>It was sort of flavorless, and I much prefer the original LL lunch - garlic water and noodles from Trader Joes.</p><p>T2 has been busy traveling the world, but a quick synapsis of the past happenings:</p><ul><li>Blue C: now with a whole lot of unknown faces - has the lesbian quit his job? He was no where in sight... stay tuned.</li><li>A visit to BJ's where The Chef attempted to eat her weight in soup and salad, only to be blocked by the over-salted, watery soup choices.</li><li>And a forgettable pre-Cinco de Mayo, free from swine flu celebration lunch at Azteca.</li></ul><p>Not much happening here... but stay tuned - faithful reader M. is in the field and will be reporting on just what all the fuss is about at the Riverside Casino lunch buffet.</p><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6899135362404225841.post-48878552187768463892009-04-23T16:29:00.000-07:002009-04-23T16:52:12.504-07:00Extra Soup, Dirty Language, Cops and Gum<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLjIqkiLab6f3PvLde7X9wsWXd-YhsI5WYHHH4y2-XDURQ8YIvoOyHTRNYp_9VeSJSG1U5W2PIKHyArOmkxBVKjeF4ETnyReLRNfJ4OOynJhdi9rOETVCPuSk_behv5jLJeHFkEFgi4Cs/s1600-h/nosoup.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328036676764026018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLjIqkiLab6f3PvLde7X9wsWXd-YhsI5WYHHH4y2-XDURQ8YIvoOyHTRNYp_9VeSJSG1U5W2PIKHyArOmkxBVKjeF4ETnyReLRNfJ4OOynJhdi9rOETVCPuSk_behv5jLJeHFkEFgi4Cs/s320/nosoup.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div>B is sitting here with Power Woman with a few additional (lesser known) details concerning the past two lunch events.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>1. At Claim Jumper our server attempted to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">strong</span> arm Power <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Womon</span></span> to gain control of an extra cup of potato cheddar soup. PW attempted to charm our obviously <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">un</span></span>-interested server into letting her keep the extra soup, however he did not relent. Of course the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Birdkiller</span></span> got involved, since the extra cup of soup would potentially be free, however the server stood firm. He's wasted at Claim Jumper, he should be working at the US mint.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>2. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Birdkiller</span></span> kept using <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">inappropriate</span> language at our Simply Thai lunch. Poo-poo, pee-pee, chi-chi, tee-tee, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">whoo</span></span>-ha. Stop with the baby talk BK! The BK would also like all pregnant women to turn their car's air bags off. It's apparently very dangerous. Who knew BK is gunning to be the new Dr. Spock?</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>3. During the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">CeFiore</span></span> "Cops" incident, I swear that the female was mad at the male due to his laughter at her ordering "soup", not Fro-yo. Where the hell did she order soup? </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>4. Gum mysteriously appeared on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">PWs</span></span> car floor mat today. PW blames B, however, B and everyone else knows that gum doesn't stick to Cole <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Haan</span></span> shoes. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>5. The one question that will leave everyone hanging on until next time, "Did PW throw away her leftover Pineapple Fried Rice, or will she "eat it" later"? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">hmmmmmmmm</span></span>? </div>Phantom Foxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01985624155009025572noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6899135362404225841.post-12390583347616331622009-04-23T13:48:00.000-07:002009-04-23T15:26:35.762-07:00The Fro-yo Incident<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMDn79jKR1OIWcwC8cus0CISSxUTymIAP8Lzr8DojAdpazmrDthIKzFMbT_keFchAiJLTofwvtpzpsYYbv75B4NMGWBb4cmQs6teqamxDuiAmKtoD2K81V11cLw-G2PXKBFDkMu6EuG6M/s1600-h/mryuk.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328010061386482482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMDn79jKR1OIWcwC8cus0CISSxUTymIAP8Lzr8DojAdpazmrDthIKzFMbT_keFchAiJLTofwvtpzpsYYbv75B4NMGWBb4cmQs6teqamxDuiAmKtoD2K81V11cLw-G2PXKBFDkMu6EuG6M/s200/mryuk.bmp" border="0" /></a>It's the second day in a row that B, Power Womon, Bird Killer and I all had lunch together. This time we all met at Simply Thai for some bomb-diggity Simply Thai Noodles.<br /><br /><div>B and I were surprised that the PW even wanted to go to Thai, everyone knows that the Power Womon <a href="http://tummytukwila.blogspot.com/2008/08/where-have-all-hotties-gone.html">only eats small amounts of meat and fruit</a> from places like Red Robin. But she agreed to go, and even drove us there. It was a big step for PW, and we were proud. </div><div><br /></div><div>B and I are always trying to encourage PW to try new foods. Today, she ordered the chicken and pineapple fried rice (note: meat and fruit), and when it arrived, she spent a good 5 minutes moving all the ingredients around on the plate, sifting through the vegetables, rice and egg for those bits of meat and fruit. She looked at a sweat pea pod and asked: </div><div><br />"What is this, edamame?"<br />B said, "No, it's a pea pod - try it, you'll like it."</div><div></div><div>PW cautiously licked the side of the pod, carefully bit it in two, chewed, chewed, and then proclaimed: "It tastes like dirt." </div><div><p>"What's this?"<br />"It's fried egg - try it, you'll like it." I said. She put it in her mouth and chewed thoughtfully. After a few seconds she said, "Oh, delicious, crunchy egg." Obviously, PW is not an egg fan either.</p></div><div>Well, you can't blame us for trying.</div><div><br />Still, PW managed to make a big dent in her fried rice. B an I both felt pride - we were helping her expand her culinary horizons, but when the waitress came to box up PW's half-eaten dish, her shame was revealed... lying under her plate, smooshed into the placemat were bits of discarded vegetables and egg. I suspect she asked for a box just so she could secretly throw the rest of it away when she got back to her underground lair.</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328010498993703410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikIWD-DYLMXhopOsgqq7xGyTKMzS_RrbL_qqXL7A4-UEYueT28_iPmMGh4BBYLUK9czNQjERa_4oXdDtDI6vxQvN_rWt4HGYCo_Rxr0HUZrO1ea9bawOgJ4oN2wsQsG682_ExSUnKfrhE/s400/0423091311_copy.gif" border="0" /><br /><div>Afterwards, we shook off the BK and went to ceFiore for some fro-yo where we saw a couple having a ginormous fight over something about how he laughed at her when she was trying to order her fro-yo.</div><div><br /></div><div>The fight spilled out into the parking lot: she chucked her cup of fro-yo at him, tried to slam the door of his Chrysler Sebring on him, and then marched off across the parking lot while he ran after her screaming "WHY?" </div><div><br /></div><div>Really, why waste all that delicious fro-yo for a guy who drives such a lame car? </div><div><br /></div><div>Food: 5/5, though if PW were scoring this, she would rate it a fake 5/5 (we're onto you, PW)</div><div>Atmosphere: 3/5 (minus points for the BK tagging along everywhere we go lately)</div><div>Good times: 4/5 (minus one point for and a wasted fro-yo lying on the sidewalk)<br /></div><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6899135362404225841.post-44205892807201549102009-04-22T14:56:00.001-07:002009-04-22T15:40:41.831-07:00Huh?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYg2c-FaF95Hw9j7W_zulvwBrMyYI3UW2_-9HLD9f0Xce3BAj4l033fa3B3aGrnXDdXJB2yCcVxXYKnKS9nZRqqKqVaXGggwW7Rt_ki91ds1Njzitzom63-VLT4lvcaxTCVIzM_HxSC1Q/s1600-h/smashed-can.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327647207397187698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYg2c-FaF95Hw9j7W_zulvwBrMyYI3UW2_-9HLD9f0Xce3BAj4l033fa3B3aGrnXDdXJB2yCcVxXYKnKS9nZRqqKqVaXGggwW7Rt_ki91ds1Njzitzom63-VLT4lvcaxTCVIzM_HxSC1Q/s320/smashed-can.jpg" border="0" /></a>What the heck? Apparently, my mobile posts aren't working... what I was trying to say was -<br /><br />"We are on our way to Claim Jumper for a <a href="http://tummytukwila.blogspot.com/2008/08/where-have-all-hotties-gone.html">Power Womon</a> celebration, sitting in the back seat - it's me, PW and the <a href="http://tummytukwila.blogspot.com/2008/09/lunching-with-enemy.html">Bird Killer</a>. Each left-hand turn gets a CORNER! and the opportunity to squish the BK. Good times: 5/5 so far!"<br /><br />Lunch at Claim Jumper took a very loooong time. It took us 45 minutes to get food, and when it came, it was just okay. The waiter was mostly hands-off and during the 90 minutes we were there - he came by maybe 4 times - and 2 of those were to either get or bring our order.<br /><br />For dessert PW ordered a chocolate chip calzone and graciously shared it with the table. Even though it was so undercooked that PW was nearly able to blow a bubble with the raw, doughy center, it was still pretty good.<br /><br />The highlight - PW confronting the BK about him spreading rumors about her sexuality. The lowlight - reading the calorie content of all the dishes at the Claim Jumper... yikes.<br /><br />Food: 3/5<br />Atmosphere: 5/5 (extra points for a crowded car ride where I got to squish the BK)<br />Goodtimes: 3/5 (minus 2 points for terrible service)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6899135362404225841.post-43576923686039843482009-04-22T11:25:00.001-07:002009-04-22T15:41:18.325-07:00? ??I^ ???w] ??? ? 4d??m?????? ?[???{Y ???a7h\f???0=?v?\.?<M???gP? ??? qx? ??a? ?.?@?+ v?Att $L???e??.?]. ? ?A????B??d ?.w??e? ?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6899135362404225841.post-58296649396949625962009-04-21T14:00:00.000-07:002009-04-21T14:27:03.933-07:00She's the DJ, not the Wrapper<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS42-zGec1YtKhiv7adq7iLME95KuYoscC6j2gRNlyP1JDhAJ8tgVdgQ_U1ADaA6PxAMSRt1y0sXGfGiSO5LOwdSaOLFXN-iH-3ZzUd1ul4pIgMPS8b7gu5_-hF5ogGYf3soYiEH3QQ2E/s1600-h/Frau_Farbissina.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327255517086191282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS42-zGec1YtKhiv7adq7iLME95KuYoscC6j2gRNlyP1JDhAJ8tgVdgQ_U1ADaA6PxAMSRt1y0sXGfGiSO5LOwdSaOLFXN-iH-3ZzUd1ul4pIgMPS8b7gu5_-hF5ogGYf3soYiEH3QQ2E/s200/Frau_Farbissina.jpg" border="0" /></a>Because some idiot scheduled J and I in a 12:30pm meeting, we were forced into an hourly worker's lunch today. And because J can't eat at TDM (one of the best, fastest lunches in town) without becoming violently ill, we hit up the Pita Pit.<br /><br /><div>Today the Pit was on backward. <a href="http://tummytukwila.blogspot.com/search?q=frau">The Frau</a> was not at the register - - she was rolling pitas. And the guy who is usually rolling pitas - - was at the register. It had the same kind of feeling as putting your underwear on inside out by mistake (or on purpose - I'm not going to judge you).<div></div><br /></div><div>The roller - with his one job - couldn't call out the orders properly - chickenCeSAR! was more like CHICKEN-cesar. And the Frau cannot (and should not) roll a decent pita to save her life. All the "honey" and "sweetie" in the world only creates an awkward diversion as she drowns your hummus pita in Dijon mustard, it doesn't make it any sweeter to eat. And while the she's busy distracting you with pet names, she's murdering the wrap job on your pita - I saw one freshly wrapped pita that looked like it was slowly exploding out onto its owner's sleeve (luckily, not mine).</div><br /><div>All in all - it was still good, albeit - messy, and my tummy is still burning from all that mustard, but at least I feel like the Frau loves me - it's filling that <a href="http://tummytukwila.blogspot.com/2009/03/saddest-lunch-ever.html">DeDe-shaped hole in my heart that Blue C made</a>.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br /></div><br /><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6899135362404225841.post-19130521093096797052009-04-16T23:33:00.000-07:002009-04-17T00:57:51.740-07:00Christmas in April<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyLDy2T5owdlnwF3buNnM5VVWQ9R31qRUMIY6iUixVKz8yvVQX0BaQuoV_xwsoisNm4Ww12-Mq4asctC681p0nYznr7yfuFIrIWX-lZBMABL54Ix1eZhNgdcGmhB6eJBvkUEFgyNTLVGg/s400/christmas+sweaters+2.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 329px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyLDy2T5owdlnwF3buNnM5VVWQ9R31qRUMIY6iUixVKz8yvVQX0BaQuoV_xwsoisNm4Ww12-Mq4asctC681p0nYznr7yfuFIrIWX-lZBMABL54Ix1eZhNgdcGmhB6eJBvkUEFgyNTLVGg/s400/christmas+sweaters+2.jpg" border="0" /></a> B moved one step closer to the grave <div>over the weekend, so the T2 crew decided to push him over the edge by clogging his arteries with fried food today. The chosen venue for this cholesterol-fest was Elliott Bay Brewing Company in Burien, an establishment raved about by B & R, but one never before frequented by J. The posse was joined by special guest diner, The Chef, who was rocking a totally cute new short haircut.</div><div><img class="gl_photo" alt="Add Image" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /></div><div><br /></div><div>J first started to suspect the veracity of the claims of culinary delirium by R & B when they pulled into a strip mall parking lot full of stores with the names like La Preciosa, and a travel agency with a window full of scary carousel horses and a fully decorated Christmas tree. Despite these misgivings, J gamely soldiered on, and entered the restaurant. </div><div><br /></div><div>EBBC is austere in appearance, decorated with lots of square furniture and sharp corners. The dining room is dark and the tables are oddly arranged with some sort of weird seperation dividing the senior citizens from the regular diners. The walls are festooned with a series of vaguely racist paintings of kerchief-wearing mammies throwing their hands up in dispair, as if they are trying desperately to return to the label of the syrup bottle they accidentally stepped out of.</div><div><br /></div><div>The waitstaff was surly and many looked to be involved in the King County work release program. Our server managed to put on airs, an impressive feat when wearing a stained t-shirt two sizes too small, size 18 hot pants, and a smelly bar rag wrapped around your waist. J made an enemy when he discovered that the iced tea had an unpleasant and unadvertised "passion flower" flavor, as if someone spilled a sample bottle of Jean Nate in it, and sent it back in favor of a Diet Coke. When he wasn't ready to order when the server was ready to write it down, she dropped all appearance of pleasantry, and spent the rest of the meal staying away from the table or bringing food in petulant silence. Despite her haughtiness, J was wearing Prada, so he still felt superior. </div><div><br /></div><div>The food at EBBC sounded unique, but was all pretty standard bar fare. J cannot abide the flavor or beer, and scanned the menu vainly searching for an item that didn't feature ale sauce, beer batter, or stout ice cream (sad horns). The posse decided upon a giant pretzel appetizer, which was larger than a human head, but sadly dry and flavorless. Most of the crew pronounced it delicious, but J suspects they were seduced by its girth. Nonetheless, it was edible, which was the name of the game for all the food consumed. R had her standard tuna tacos that drip some sort of creamy sauce when she bites into them (apparently this food item is on every menu of every Seattle restaurant), J had chicken strips from a bag (one of the few non-beer tainted items) served with tasty ranch dressing, B had a mound of fried fish that will be sure to keep him at the gym for days, and The Chef had a giant mushroom on a bun. While nothing was earthshatteringly delicious, you can't go wrong with fried food, so there weren't many leftovers. </div><div><br /></div><div>Conversation over dinner was lively and quick-witted, much of it focusing on the unpleasant nature of the server, and the exciting prospect of what logo to use on the forthcoming T2 business cards. While EBBC was not the Shangri-La promised to J, it had passable bar food and dark corners, and a good time was had by all. </div><div><br /></div><div>Food 2.5/5</div><div>Atmosphere 2/5</div><div>Waitstaff Fashion Sense 0/5</div><div>Good Times 4/5</div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div>A belated happy birthday to B!</div>JTContinentalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03091726867374530062noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6899135362404225841.post-78623147404773874942009-04-16T14:39:00.000-07:002009-04-16T15:01:43.161-07:00Bigger than The Chef's Head<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjclC0P0zBCNtH5QFNSUNJbeiq7eNYxizOJ5oxhr4iFm5xKKqFV-jwgn3kh6NT_Dtqe25eQQb3eJ6fK0devjxcGaXF67s0hly9K8dxGZTz86pr0nhvFyy2pTnl20fMMDTJu0KPqCruNUDQ/s1600-h/pretzel.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325412180812946738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjclC0P0zBCNtH5QFNSUNJbeiq7eNYxizOJ5oxhr4iFm5xKKqFV-jwgn3kh6NT_Dtqe25eQQb3eJ6fK0devjxcGaXF67s0hly9K8dxGZTz86pr0nhvFyy2pTnl20fMMDTJu0KPqCruNUDQ/s320/pretzel.jpg" border="0" /></a> Happy Birthday, B!<br /><br />For B's birthday, T2 and The Chef took a trip up to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Burien</span> for the best <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Burien</span> find: Elliot Bay Brewing Company.<br /><br />B spotted a giant Bavarian pretzel on the menu for which his heart was hungry, so we ordered it. When I was thinking giant pretzel, I pictured a pretzel about the size of a dinner plate. Instead - it was bigger than The Chef's head - really.<br /><br />Very tasty and well worth the $6.95, though a note to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">EBBC</span> - we'd like to see more of a sauce selection - - maybe butter and/or honey?<br /><br />The service was below par - our waitress surprised us with <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">passion fruit</span> scented <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">iced</span> tea (J made an enemy in her when he demanded that she take it back and replace it with a diet soda). And as far as atmosphere goes - it's usually a fine place, but today there were paintings on the wall that J deemed racist - I suppose he'll have to say why exactly, but my guess was that the people depicted looked like they had been objectified for the artist's personal glory. But go see for yourself.<br /><br />Other Burien finds: over-ripe bananas, a transsexual hooker, and a legal pot sale (thanks to The Chef for the photo).<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325412515067321794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh-_7Uq1nXdQxE0oV59Csqs5mRTMFdV7EdhyphenhyphenVhZndFo06vrRI66qdf2pMT0dsLIbv1_1IsT4tBRSxYK3eeqvLGDPYwEt2Lyk-QfKe5pMIomw8nDUctv6j3tuNvtSPB7kL4Qwgm0ZRS0NY/s320/potsale.jpg" border="0" />Food: 5/5<br />Atmosphere: 3/5 (minus 2 points for seemingly racist art and a crotchety server)<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Goodtimes</span>: 5/5 (always an instant 5 when The Chef joins us)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6899135362404225841.post-6820626915359743672009-04-15T15:56:00.000-07:002009-04-15T16:34:54.369-07:00T2 - Now with Taco Queen!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgtyxgMX4rzF05UEfmutBJoRuGDmSO6TeLlqX5b5tC_H5ORlnMoa6IoV5M-N_VfghKX8g3pb_LAF6NWGGk9x4kIwbmQubDPjhNlc-G75DpOVPvRODF5KhgcO_kgY6xrEahY65168_2Vcs/s1600-h/photo+copy.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325065729769694418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgtyxgMX4rzF05UEfmutBJoRuGDmSO6TeLlqX5b5tC_H5ORlnMoa6IoV5M-N_VfghKX8g3pb_LAF6NWGGk9x4kIwbmQubDPjhNlc-G75DpOVPvRODF5KhgcO_kgY6xrEahY65168_2Vcs/s320/photo+copy.gif" border="0" /></a> <div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5EuW6rbxMQ0vI9cqiQX5EXltTvV6ZnGkuBI_XZNzwX1001XXbd8mpzaWrCeUsh2dgJlY_9YqkieJSnGx3jgope40qM-dc9jWgws0JmcVLW6wjF-PIN6-kVzZkKbcaTXIDsTrEzY7-cQM/s1600-h/tacoqueen.jpg"></a>I really thought B was wiping away tears when we realized that the Taco Queen was standing behind the line at the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Southcenter</span> Taco Del Mar. Welcome back, Taco Queen. We noticed your court works harder to keep the place in order when you're around.<br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit0YVU_lDFhhKIqOP9w_umQbdAdF4CF0zIuVVPBPY5qCn2iBipq9pTzQ1EBmdG4UzjpvlGUt-9Y50PVPqWWfnfEc08egfcl40bDDp6J_TnKUpL_ZwaGOCBAGLutoBc1siwM0fp8hwf9Jw/s1600-h/gallery_Renaissance_Festivals_Tennessee_Renaissance_Festival_2005_Queen_Elizabeth_tnrf-2005-QElizabeth-020.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325058335413502386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit0YVU_lDFhhKIqOP9w_umQbdAdF4CF0zIuVVPBPY5qCn2iBipq9pTzQ1EBmdG4UzjpvlGUt-9Y50PVPqWWfnfEc08egfcl40bDDp6J_TnKUpL_ZwaGOCBAGLutoBc1siwM0fp8hwf9Jw/s320/gallery_Renaissance_Festivals_Tennessee_Renaissance_Festival_2005_Queen_Elizabeth_tnrf-2005-QElizabeth-020.jpg" border="0" /></a>Side note: it appears my royalty is finally being recognized. The Taco Queen knelt before me and picked up the napkin that had dropped out of my lap. That's right, <a href="http://tummytukwila.blogspot.com/2009/04/taco-del-mar-friday.html">I'm the Taco Empress</a>... kneel before me! </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>In other <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Tukwila</span> news: B had to go to the post office to deliver a package to his grandmother. I've got to say that the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Southcenter</span> post office is the worst I've ever been in. If you want to have a depressing lunch hour, hit up the Saddest Subway in America, and then stop by the Saddest Post Office in America - - on tax day. </div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Bj-VFXTAmxsdZVmsEOkXmzorLMewtZC11oG2OvygeKk7ioI3dmYu36B6f2TPUppI4JMmMTeqV-sf4uI4CZo20sYP6TzLIFwNW5bH9w19dQHxjITOVN1adLemErFvShTLcwoCa_o8F5Q/s1600-h/0415091239.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325058456586535810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Bj-VFXTAmxsdZVmsEOkXmzorLMewtZC11oG2OvygeKk7ioI3dmYu36B6f2TPUppI4JMmMTeqV-sf4uI4CZo20sYP6TzLIFwNW5bH9w19dQHxjITOVN1adLemErFvShTLcwoCa_o8F5Q/s320/0415091239.jpg" border="0" /></a> The worst part came when we were treated to these lovely slacks. Look, even if these pants are on sale, even if they are the last pants in the world, even if you are in your underwear - please don't put them on, we here at T2 beg you.<br /><br />Food: 5/5 (best when the Taco Queen is there)<br />Atmosphere: 4/5 (minus a point for the pants)<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Goodtimes</span>: 4/5 (minus a point for having to go to the saddest post office in America)</div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6899135362404225841.post-46472943522521848972009-04-15T14:32:00.000-07:002009-04-15T14:56:47.119-07:00THE TACO QUEEN RETURNS<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9Vq9jy0wHQGnHv3WbEYHi_pPzDTK4CQ3O23QLbn2zzq5R_vgRpfn-m3qBumLYDVVvGKofvEdr7LgHpE7eCcdLU3_vq-b0OrPy-FKsBa4PqFa3lCbFj1pWczFNngXzEZhyS5TswvfvZIM/s1600-h/big-smile-1966.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325040483796119874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9Vq9jy0wHQGnHv3WbEYHi_pPzDTK4CQ3O23QLbn2zzq5R_vgRpfn-m3qBumLYDVVvGKofvEdr7LgHpE7eCcdLU3_vq-b0OrPy-FKsBa4PqFa3lCbFj1pWczFNngXzEZhyS5TswvfvZIM/s400/big-smile-1966.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>The Tace Queen has come back to us! R and I went to TDM for free taco day. On our way, I used the power of positive thinking and visualized the Taco Queen behind the taco counter, and there she was!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Holiday! Celebrate!</div>Phantom Foxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01985624155009025572noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6899135362404225841.post-22697482390547295532009-04-15T10:57:00.001-07:002009-04-15T11:21:31.437-07:00Tax Day Taco!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijATu6brj1sJcB86WKiV06r3c-JWeGB50yVjOFuLXy7ucWw-u42iidNftRkdXYt_Kjw7ikd7YVlh_8Vg2JWRxGGb7UTy3DYLifjWXYOuhM8r1rRodL70xaGlYWIsaPhM8vdXd-kc7y2iM/s1600-h/taxes_feature.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324981044327586722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijATu6brj1sJcB86WKiV06r3c-JWeGB50yVjOFuLXy7ucWw-u42iidNftRkdXYt_Kjw7ikd7YVlh_8Vg2JWRxGGb7UTy3DYLifjWXYOuhM8r1rRodL70xaGlYWIsaPhM8vdXd-kc7y2iM/s320/taxes_feature.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Happy Tax Day! To celebrate, Taco Del Mar is giving you a free taco (<a href="http://tacodelmar.com/">you'll need this coupon</a>). So head out to the Southcenter TDM and get yours. </div><div></div><br /><div>Be on the look out for R & B, the Psychic Paleontologist, the Taco Queen (hopefully) and her court.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6899135362404225841.post-86700541187629936762009-04-15T10:17:00.000-07:002009-04-15T10:53:50.766-07:00What the Pho rates marginally low<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdF-Jsg4bjsg_fjHGkRDzIe-_8etfFruXo9vqKhsuXk-I68jgrJ_0nhEZ-TlE0AJLeg-4YNqlzQAqiRuDKB0IeyueqqPHbGjfFCaLvjs-TyO_m5Q5OEbuFc1FTGPXOiZYabFcEk6cnkU0/s1600-h/3205886203_1cff287f74.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324977286365866338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdF-Jsg4bjsg_fjHGkRDzIe-_8etfFruXo9vqKhsuXk-I68jgrJ_0nhEZ-TlE0AJLeg-4YNqlzQAqiRuDKB0IeyueqqPHbGjfFCaLvjs-TyO_m5Q5OEbuFc1FTGPXOiZYabFcEk6cnkU0/s320/3205886203_1cff287f74.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p>On Tuesday, R, the Birdkiller (yes the Birdkiller) and I went for a lunch adventure to What the Pho in the Southcenter area (close to my favorite spot, Chipotle). The big news here is that the coupon loving, freebie coveting Birdkiller <strong>PAID FOR EVERYONE'S LUNCH!<br /></strong><br />Now that you've recovered from the shock, here's the low down on Pho of Woe.<br /><br />I thought the place was closed; the windows are so heavily tinted. I thought either a) this spot didn't last long or b) they were hiding something. In fact, they were hiding something, a sophisticated and well designed dining area (which are few and far between in the Southcenter area). We sat in a booth by the bar and watched three Vietnamese coffees s l o w l y dripping simultaneously (sort of the equivalent of watching paint dry). </p><p>The menu offers a wide array of options for non-pho lovers (which I am- I'm always worried about chicken feet), many sound highly delightful. The service was efficient and VERY polite(bonus point for atmosphere). The Birdkiller read his potential lunch choices off in Vietnamese and corrected R and me for mispronunciations (no, the Birdkiller does not speak Vietnamese-but he does speak the language of "I am always right").<br /><br />The Birdkiller ordered some beefy pho and complained that the meat seemed old and frozen. R ordered some sad-ish veggies with noodles, and I ordered grilled chicken with noodles (and an eggroll-hey the Birdkiller was paying). My meal was pleasing to the eye, but flavorless to the tongue. I added a huge amount of chili sauce and hoisin to give my dish a touch of flavor (isn't that the cook's job). The veggies in my dish were just ok, the real offense were the cold (like straight out of a fridge) noodles. They were a little gross and very disappointing.<br /><br />Next time I want noodles, I'll be going to Simply Thai for their namesake dish.<br /><br />Food: 2.5/5 The chicken was nicely grilled, the rest of my dish was blah!<br /><br />Atmosphere: 5/5 Maybe next time we'll get Simply Thai to go and eat it at What the Pho.<br /><br />Good Times 4/5 Paying Birdkiller and a Target trip afterward always increases the score. Thanks R for driving.<br /></p>Phantom Foxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01985624155009025572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6899135362404225841.post-64737920067004518592009-04-10T13:58:00.000-07:002009-04-10T15:55:10.331-07:00J Asked For It<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7mRhyKUt3Kdk28eHj3sKmi_nHXYT3uBmRPsKXFski5vv_gZFzOltphGnsdbo1AeQeQYvkLfMalbB-zZXePysBdMjyo1F75sT2gho-VG89uA5cBqt9TKZT8DnIl2LIBUZdlBtaMtZ03pg/s1600-h/0410091213.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323197651749408226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7mRhyKUt3Kdk28eHj3sKmi_nHXYT3uBmRPsKXFski5vv_gZFzOltphGnsdbo1AeQeQYvkLfMalbB-zZXePysBdMjyo1F75sT2gho-VG89uA5cBqt9TKZT8DnIl2LIBUZdlBtaMtZ03pg/s400/0410091213.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNh8cO4Zjqu9erg82BcNVHdFbKvAVextKaEygua9chyphenhyphenT6dFQnNMtGhiQR0c1h5P1-aNYn1JmeO0EHsg2KI-kgmCZsRUrsyu_Bh0JqL2XAKQ2WX1ucJjhzHMPpo9WbjU1wLfMDWsvNNYn8/s1600-h/0410091213.jpg"></a>J wrote me first thing this morning and said that he was up for an adventure - well, he asked for it - read on.</div><br /><div>When I think lunchtime adventure - I think: not Tukwila. And then usually the first place to come to mind is Luna Park - the food is excellent, so is the service and it's only 10 minutes north of the Compound.</div><br /><div>We invited the Chef out to meet us - I had breakfast, the Chef had a patty melt, and J gave into temptation - devoured a butterscotch milkshake and washed it down with a egg-topped burger. Today, the fries were so good, I distracted the Chef with Popples (lunch box hanging in the top-right corner of this photo) while I gobbled up some of hers.</div><br /><div>Afterwards, I had to run to the bank to deposit a check, so we headed up the hill to the WaMu on California. I know that WaMu is the walking the Green Mile, but you would think that with the power of a bank like Chase, they could spruce the place up a bit. That WaMu has got to be the saddest WaMu in Seattle - they've taken an already austere interior, painted it beige and removed all evidence of that WaMu WooHoo from the lobby. [Side note for those thinking of repainting - beige really brings out the shine of bullet-proof plastic] Anyway, it's been sad to see the assimilation take place. I'll miss that WooHoo feeling.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUtwJYWCfzQLFhTiWaFuUZDSDBVF-jrkFH5n2XJ9c-1JjLwP-7yK_5Zwx78FmEmORv6aGEjcqHCxfqeqF5wyd_xieGPAq05E_1zPZBTm7t-XXKP7Gz8CkVlYmeDViB3fPGw4ChWUQKU_o/s1600-h/0410091247.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323183953607299586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUtwJYWCfzQLFhTiWaFuUZDSDBVF-jrkFH5n2XJ9c-1JjLwP-7yK_5Zwx78FmEmORv6aGEjcqHCxfqeqF5wyd_xieGPAq05E_1zPZBTm7t-XXKP7Gz8CkVlYmeDViB3fPGw4ChWUQKU_o/s320/0410091247.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Next, we went into Next to Nature to get my dog a dried animal tendon to chew on. Even though the fries at LP were the best ever (weird segue, sorry), this little pit stop was the highlight of my afternoon - I got to watch J snatch this sticker off of a stuffed animal dog toy.</div><br /><div>Notice the rat-type fur stuck to the label? Apparently, J had to give that sticker one heckuva yank to steal it. My mission for the next few weeks is to figure out where to buy these in bulk - I love it and want t-shirts, buttons and bumper stickers.</div><br /><div>Speaking of fixation, the highlight of the afternoon was quickly followed by the lowlight. After the best merge on top of a big, stupid you-should-really-be-on-a-farm, what-are-you-doing-in-the-city, pick-up truck (it was one of those battles of the will-type merges - I should have been given a medal), the driver of said truck was infuriated and began honking at us - J turned around and gave him the finger (naturally), and in return the guy honked his horn some more.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi50usQxBY_oGdi-9xCN7__oteNBMbhAgMFVI-lgVMAiNS2sHuPw0XPmbtXHSFEhPXR6kIldHQPWv5nYYnMnJ3SkoHRGaCM5kO48HNyv0QD99ej_Dj-OoLLYb0ZpawYjMmM8aIcB87lr6c/s1600-h/poster_spitting.jpg"><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323189351770523682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJHLeejL1awrtKRDGqo-Vu7xFfWpVFr4Ug058xw-sqWSK-TpY-vN4jZGyRqyshuxxJWjPYJTAtpivS_n9KyTlKyYj9JWE_GU3XpS0hKbo2ZIA0kiXD9zWsk6VFTKL-dQtsWjROCIEa8EQ/s320/weird-no-spitting-sign-india.jpg" border="0" /></a> Well, we must have drove in front of this guy for about a mile and a half. I had already forgotten about the incident, and pulled into the left lane to turn, and the guy drove up along the side of us and managed to sputter out a very sad, little loogie on J's window. I mean - really, my 5 year old niece produces more phlegm than that. </div><br /><div>Too bad the window wasn't rolled down, I would have enjoyed watching J kick his ass. Sorry, J.</div><br /><div>We just started laughing - I mean, what a ridiculous jerk. But thing is, I've been trying to see how long I can go without washing Joan Jetta (it's been about 3 months - think of all the water I've conserved!), but no way could I live with spit, so we stopped at the closest car wash and scrubbed up. </div><br /><div>Overall, we had a good adventure it gave me something to write about. But Mister Aggro, if you're reading this - you owe Mother Earth 50 gallons of water, jerk.</div><br /><div>Food: 5/5 </div><div>Atmosphere: 2/5 (considering sad WaMu and having to drive for 5 minutes while watching spit run down the side of the window - the two points is for the kitchy atmosphere of Luna Park)</div><div>Goodtimes: 5/5 (you ask for adventure, you get is - heck yes)</div><div> </div><div> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1