Megu and dessert@Planet Thai

FEAST YOUR EYES on Foie Grois, Kobe Beef, "pinkies out" and a whole lot of deliciousness. I had dinner at Megu NYC with my new NY buddy, Mz. Jay. Megu has two locations in New York, and multiple other locations around the world including: London, Hong Kong, and Tokyo...

The food and experience was mind boggling, but it also burned a big fat hole in my wallet.

While other people bar hop around, we decided to restaurant hop--and onward we hopped to Planet Thai, across the street from a gay club, Mr. Black. We ordered this delicious dessert to go with our luscious meal at Megu.

I Hope They Serve Beer in HELL

Um...wow. WOW! 

Did he really turn these short stories into a book?! AND IT'S A NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER?!?!?! 

I'm laughing my ass off, reading this "fratire" book--and yea, like the FRAT in the FRATire genre suggested, this book is geared towards guys. Beer guzzling, butt scratching, skirt chasing, asshole dickbags, for lack of better terms, or worse(?).

All I have to say is, LADIES: 

This book is not for you. If you want to end up married some point in your later years, do NOT, I repeat, do NOT read this book. A plethora of romance novels can not repair the damage it'll cause on how you view men. I'm sorry I had to pike the interest and tease your curiosity, but don't even peek into this pandora box of evil. Even if you have a good sense of humor/open mindedness, do NOT read this book. =)

¡Dios mios! Paella!!!!!!!

Today I tried to make Paella for the first time. I had a seafood mix in the freezer and thought, why not? So I chopped up some red peppers, diced some carrots, onions, garlic, tomato, and pulled out frozen corn, peas, and edamame, and went for it!

I didn't really know what I was doing, so I turned to good ol' trusty YouTube which is, besides a fountain of entertainment, a fountain of knowledge. Since I didn't have a paella pan, I did what I saw my uncle and my mama do--cook everything stovetop and then transfer into a baking dish and sticking it into the oven. It turned out pretty good! =)  I also cut a few limes we had lying around for garnish. I wish my lovely MGC'ers could taste it. I miss you guys so much!

All the way at Bear Manor,

FuriousFeng

PS. My delicious paella was missing the key ingredient to that lovely yellow color--saffron. But it was like 36 f'ing dollars at Whole Foods, for a tiny envelope of what could only possibly hold like 5 strands of saffron. So I said, F*** this, I'm OUT! But it's nice and orangey, thanks to the tomato sauce. 

Miss Favela

The first restaurant I ate at after my arrival to Brooklyn (and a 4 hour nap at that!), was at a great Brazilian restaurant--Miss Favela. Miss Favela brought a sense of stereotyped authenticity--Delicious food, music, singing, and dancing. Everyone's having a great time, eating Brazilian, being Brazilian, and speaking Brazilian Portuguese. I on the other hand was looking around hoping for some help. The only decent thing I know how to say in Portuguese is thank you, and "a kiss!" for when you say good bye. 

Like a fish out of water, I felt uncomfortable at first, being the one lonely yellow dot in this vast painting of every other color. Hahah. But the people were nice, our neighbor said "bon apetit!" but you know, in Portuguese. The waitress hooked it up with an extra entree for FREE99. It was pretty nice! Would I go there again? Definitely on a Saturday when they have a band.

**Caution*** You might want to wait half hours before dancing if you're gonna eat. Coz you'll be super sleepy food comatose-y. But my head kept bouncing and my body kept swaying while I was eating. It was a fun experience!

Mos Burger

Mountain, Ocean, Sky

The sweet taste of nature, captured and wrapped into a tasty burger, by the wonderful Japanese creators of Mos Burger. With locations all over Asia and one lonely location in US. (It's in Hawaii...where there are a lot of Japanese Americans in dire need of their MOS satisfaction quota.)

Try their many assorted burgers, from plain to cheese burger to more outlandish and daring culinary eats like the seafood burger. They also serve hotdogs, with interesting toppings like the curry hotdog and ceasar salad hotdog. (It is exactly what it sounds like, curry topped on a hotdog, and ceasar salad topped on a hotdog. It's not gross, just different!)

Fresh Burger

Seafood Burger

Chicken Sandwich

Karaage Burger

Toyose It Up On A Weekday

You see that house right there, it's multi-functional. It looks like a home..it looks like a garage, but it's also an awesome Korean eatery. Toyose and is situated in Outer Sunset on Noriega and between 45th and 46th avenue. You would definitely miss it if you were driving to the beach because it blends so well with all the homes. It kind of reminds me of MinSok in San Diego, but more legendary.

Once you step inside, it is like every other place you would go throw a few back...and by few, I mean A LOT. I went here (last week) with some of my college friends when they were visiting and they introduced me to this little treasure. They have all the things you would expect in a Korean restaurant. The Hite, OB, soju, red plum wine...oh yeah...and of course food. We didn't really go to eat and the only thing we got was the vegetarian pancakes (yes, I didn't eat meat for once). We mostly played Titanic and got pretty buzz for a Tuesday night. I forgot how much soju is a creeper, but it crept up when I got home. So my recommendation: Suit Up and Go!

rum-soaked bums, police, verbal slander & laundry detergent

There's nothing like laundry day/night, the impeding danger of not having any undergarments, the exhilarating scent of fabric softener, rebellious socks, possibility of meeting a nice doctor or maybe a nice religious guy. Either way, it's always an adventure.... usually a boring one with loud dryers and my runner's world or food & wine :)

Alas, i get my scary laundry adventure :\

I rushed out of the flat like a refugee with clothes in a rolley luggage, food & books in tote, basically the works! My workout went a little long and I was on the brink of no more clean clothes-- it's amazing how my clothes cycle is cut short whenever i workout like a fiend :/

Anyways, when i got to the laundry mat, i was met by two-- erm, people of the... erm, streets?! .... ok, fine... no PC-ness needed here-- Two drunken bums that are soooo loud, reeked of alcohol and smoke.

But who am i to judge, they were actual paying patron of the facility. So I let them be (even tho they were *LOUD*-- talking about gibberish) and just stayed to myself with my magazine and pasta ::yum::

As you can tell, things get worse. Cigarettes and booze comes out and someone called the authorities on them. Citations were issued, but they weren't escorted out because they *were* actually doing laundry.

So when the police left (they had no reason to stay there to 'protect' anyone), the beligerent bums started to lash out and throw around their weight: hitting counter, verbal slander, racist comments.

Com'on, who are you trying to kid me. I'm not going to f'ing leave my *beloved* clothes because you hit some counter. If i left, they could have touched my stuff, that would totally defeat the purpose to laundry night ($3 bucks down the drain!) I'm not going to say anything because then they'll just have some more ammo to throw back at me. Passive resistance.... altho i sooooo wanted to say something, but that's why i BLOG!

Things I'm glad I didnt say because there was no reason to argue with them because i was only going to waste my breath:

--You *wish* you were born 'Asian' then maybe you wouldn't be a bum on the street or so ignorant.
--I was born here you du-mass, it's as MY country as it's yours. Correction-- I pay taxes and dont leech off society, so in that case, I'm the f*ckin' land-owner, get out of MY country.
--You better watch out and stop trying to intimidate me by hitting the counters or i'll bruce-lee your ass because i'm 'ASIAN' like that-- we all know kung fu, you know.

i hate stupid (racist, stinky, poor, stinky) people. I guess you wont find me in a soup kitchen any time soon...

*Disclaimer: no socks were harmed in the telling of this story nor that night =D