Its time. I have an appointment with a dentist who speaks Hindi, Punjabi and I really hope English, but that was not one of the "spoken" languages on the list describing her practice. However, she looked like the best choice as I was looking over the list provided to me by my new PPO. One thing I did notice is that not one of the dentists in my area graduated from any US school and they all seem to be from Iran or India. Ok there was one from Ohio, but really its the same thing. I picked the first one that “jumped out” at me and I will see her today. I know I need to go, but I really dread being yelled at in Hindi for what I know to be a crack in this back right molar. On the bright side I won't understand her.
I have been having trouble even eating for the last few weeks, I just know its cracked, but as I knew I would need insurance to cover this I have been waiting. Now with insurance card in hand I will be stepping into her office at 4:30 this afternoon for some chiding about waiting and hopefully the start of a new crown in the coming days. Therefore, I am sipping unsweetened peppermint tea, checking my email, reading my web comics, planning dinner (in hopes that I will be able to eat), and dreading what a small disappointed Indian woman might sound like swearing under her breath in Hindi. She could always do it in Punjabi I guess.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Ah, Paris
Tim and I found ourselves in San Fransisco yesterday, hungry and with sometime on our hands. Driving around in hopes of finding a nice cafe for some coffee for me and some breakfast for the both of us. Turning off the main streets we found ourselves in this little U neighborhood encircling this wonderful little park. We stopped at this little cafe next to historic South Park; we had no idea it was anything but a neighborhood till we saw the signs declaring it historic.
We got out to a bright and sunny morning with a crisp chill in the air and walked to this little cafe that I shouted, a little too enthusiastically, that we must go there. Walking through the doors we hear two people conversing in French, the host is in all black, there are only male staff and they are all in black too, and impossibly skinny. It is then I realize that this little experience is going to cost more than I wanted for just a cup of coffee and omlette. Searching over the menu my suspicions are confirmed. Breakfast is going to be over $15 each, but we stay as the atmosphere reminds us of a little Paris cafe, I do love that city.
It was everything I had hoped for when I shouted so emphatically the first time I saw it. The food was good, but the coffee, service and atmosphere were amazing. One sip of that coffee and I was in the kitchen of a wonderful French woman I met a few summers back. It was an amazing breakfast and could not be more pleased with it. We won't be going back unless we are willing to shell out a pretty penny, but it was worth every dime when the check finally came.
We got out to a bright and sunny morning with a crisp chill in the air and walked to this little cafe that I shouted, a little too enthusiastically, that we must go there. Walking through the doors we hear two people conversing in French, the host is in all black, there are only male staff and they are all in black too, and impossibly skinny. It is then I realize that this little experience is going to cost more than I wanted for just a cup of coffee and omlette. Searching over the menu my suspicions are confirmed. Breakfast is going to be over $15 each, but we stay as the atmosphere reminds us of a little Paris cafe, I do love that city.
It was everything I had hoped for when I shouted so emphatically the first time I saw it. The food was good, but the coffee, service and atmosphere were amazing. One sip of that coffee and I was in the kitchen of a wonderful French woman I met a few summers back. It was an amazing breakfast and could not be more pleased with it. We won't be going back unless we are willing to shell out a pretty penny, but it was worth every dime when the check finally came.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Fried Twinkies, Chocolate Covered Bacon, and Air Hockey
Tim, Jennie, Cesar and I all went to the pier in Santa Cruz this weekend. I have never done anything like this before so it was a really new experience. Its a fair on a boardwalk. There are roller coasters, cotton candy, an arcade with air hockey (a personal favorite of mine), and even fried twinkies. That's right, fried twinkies. Now unlike all the others in the party I had never heard of such an abomination. Apparently you can get them in other places too; like Las Vegas.
After acquiring some ride tickets the first stop was The Giant Dipper. An old wooden roller coaster that looked less sturdy than I would have liked. What do you know? Its a historical land mark. Great just what I want in my danger, a geriatric coaster. You only live once right? I went on it and now I can say I never have to do that again. I came out with three bruises, a whopping one on my right elbow, and a healthy fear of falling. The others seemed to think this was the best thing since sliced bread most likely because this thing was built before sliced bread even hit the supermarket shelves.
We went on to the arcade, my favorite place really, but first a stop at the salt water taffy stand. I got watermelon and its the best I have ever had. As I was watching this young woman behind the counter pack my little bag with the sweets I spot something behind the glass. Its chocolate covered bacon. Really, just another thing I never thought should happen to food right here in the case before me. Tim has made chocolate chip bacon cookies in the last few months and it looked like just the thing he would want to try.
With bacon wrongly disguised and taffy in hand we hit the arcade. Before we get to the games my sweets need to be sampled by all. Everyone agreed the chocolate covered bacon was either pointless or just plain gross. Just one more thing I can say I have tried so I never have to do it
again. My taffy was fantastic. The games were as you would think at a place better stocked than Fort Fun. I played as many games as possible and even got a game of air hockey in with Tim. He beat me. I said I loved it; I never said I was any good at it. The Whack A Mole was broken and that was the most disappointing part for me. Tim and I took our tickets to the counter. I got a silly bottle opener and some temporary tattoos of the Mystery Machine from Scooby Doo which I will be waring over this weekend.
One more ride for the others, I was not about to do another, and then it was off to the twinkies! Jennie and Tim both seemed to really want one and some how Cesar got one too. I think he gave into peer pressure. With the deep fried twinkies we walked down on to the sand and watched the sea gulls attack anything that looked like food and watch the sun start setting.
I did taste the twinkie and it was just as horrible as I had first suspected, but this year I resolved to try more things, be less judgmental and more adventurous. However, twinkies were not meant for eating deep fried or not, bacon was never meant to be covered in chocolate, and someday I will win a game of air hockey.
After acquiring some ride tickets the first stop was The Giant Dipper. An old wooden roller coaster that looked less sturdy than I would have liked. What do you know? Its a historical land mark. Great just what I want in my danger, a geriatric coaster. You only live once right? I went on it and now I can say I never have to do that again. I came out with three bruises, a whopping one on my right elbow, and a healthy fear of falling. The others seemed to think this was the best thing since sliced bread most likely because this thing was built before sliced bread even hit the supermarket shelves.
We went on to the arcade, my favorite place really, but first a stop at the salt water taffy stand. I got watermelon and its the best I have ever had. As I was watching this young woman behind the counter pack my little bag with the sweets I spot something behind the glass. Its chocolate covered bacon. Really, just another thing I never thought should happen to food right here in the case before me. Tim has made chocolate chip bacon cookies in the last few months and it looked like just the thing he would want to try.
With bacon wrongly disguised and taffy in hand we hit the arcade. Before we get to the games my sweets need to be sampled by all. Everyone agreed the chocolate covered bacon was either pointless or just plain gross. Just one more thing I can say I have tried so I never have to do it
again. My taffy was fantastic. The games were as you would think at a place better stocked than Fort Fun. I played as many games as possible and even got a game of air hockey in with Tim. He beat me. I said I loved it; I never said I was any good at it. The Whack A Mole was broken and that was the most disappointing part for me. Tim and I took our tickets to the counter. I got a silly bottle opener and some temporary tattoos of the Mystery Machine from Scooby Doo which I will be waring over this weekend.
One more ride for the others, I was not about to do another, and then it was off to the twinkies! Jennie and Tim both seemed to really want one and some how Cesar got one too. I think he gave into peer pressure. With the deep fried twinkies we walked down on to the sand and watched the sea gulls attack anything that looked like food and watch the sun start setting.
I did taste the twinkie and it was just as horrible as I had first suspected, but this year I resolved to try more things, be less judgmental and more adventurous. However, twinkies were not meant for eating deep fried or not, bacon was never meant to be covered in chocolate, and someday I will win a game of air hockey.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Old Pictures...
Just looking through some of my old pictures of my summer in Europe 2007. Check this out! mmm Dinner in Italy!
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