Dim Sum Adventures

CIM was a bust, but no worries! Other running adventures are on the horizon :)

running is great. great solo activity... fitness regiment... but when you find some great running friends, it brings things to a next level. I suppose I can get pretty crazy about running, but I do have to blame the company I keep. People to push you to go further, longer, steeper... make you run for your meal.

'12 miles for the best fish taco in sf'
'let's run to the milbrea for dim sum'
'we can end our run at the ferry building for gelato!'

Well, if you see some runners along the BART line saturday morning. just wave and try not to run us over, m'kay?

... Mmmm.. im getting excited and it's only weds! ... i *heard* there's a great lobster roll place somewhere on the pennisula.....

Mango on 7th Ave in Brooklyn

After feeling my blood sugar drop to the soles of my shoes, me and my adventure traveler, Chappeloneous, raced out of Prospect Park. We chased squirrels, gang feuding blue and red birds, dodged the pigeon casualty under the bridge, and clawed our way back to civilization. Artificial LIGHTS!!! A beacon of hope, and a sign that there were restaurants near by. 

After walking pass countless of eatery establishments, we came upon Mango. I thought it was a froyo place, but I am happy to know I was wrong. Mango is a Thai fusion restaurant--I like thai food, and mangos are delicious, what other reason did I need to stop? We gleefully flailed our malnourished bodies into a seat by the wall.  

As blood slowly moved its way back to our brains, and our conscious was regained, I noticed the quaint decor, and the smell of awesome coming out of the kitchen. The waitress kindly and promptly got us water, which I chugged like I just ran a marathon.

We ordered the Orange Chicken Wings and Curry Puffs for appetizers. Chappel took one bite and claimed he was hooked. Both appetizers were amazing!!! The chicken was soft and saucy, code orange saucy. That's almost as saucy as code red, like flavorrists are really about to attack your taste buds and your shirt. Thank goodness it was safe, and tasty. 

For the main dish,  I dished on Spicy Eggplant, flavored to perfection with Thai basil. I wanted to pour all my rice into that sweet and savory sauce. In fact, I would of licked the plate if 2 different families, with children mind you, haven't walked in. Chappeloneous got the Rack of Lamb, which his eyes rolled back as he bit into it. 

"How do you eat art?!" he asked. Why like so, MUNCH MUNCH, OM NOM NOM NOM. (what's with the om nom nom nom phenom? Must be coz it's so fun to say! "omnomnomnomnomnom") Needless to say, it was a good experience, and yes...I did fancy it. The way a british bloke would fancy a good cup'o ale and a newspaper cone of fish and chips. 

Mango....we WILL be back, and we'll bring reinforcements. Starved bears from le manor.

PS. something is wrong with blogger's picture uploader...YOU SUCK! And yes, that was a proclamation. Why do you gotta make it hard on everyone? I got uneven pictures, that I'm too lazy to fix. Staring at code gives me a headache. FIX THIS!!  (please.)

Brown Sugar Kitchen Cafe

Down home cookin finds a place in west Oakland, on Mandela Parkway.
Sufficient to say, it was sinfully satisfying. Great seasonal fruit
assortment; papaya, persimmons, even pomegranate!

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!