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Wednesday, February 09, 2005
Tuesday, February 08, 2005
Doing laundry in San Francisco
I just have to say that I've come to the conclusion that San Francisco people are strange. I'm still waiting for the rest of my clothes to arrive from NYC later this week in the mail. I was running low on clean clothes so I had to do laundry today. There's a laundry room in the basement of the place where I'm staying but one of the washing machines is busted. Plus, I prefer those industral front loading washing machines. The top loading ones suck. They never get your clothes really clean. Fortunately, there's a small laundrymat across the street from me.
So I go across the street with my laundry bag to do my laundry. At first, I thought that the place was completely empty but then some old chinese dude came out from behind some door. He said, "Hi.", then left shortly afterwards. Now, my friend, Joon, told me about this a while back but I didn't really believe him. For laundrymats in San Francisco, there's usually not a person there working full time watching the store. That's pretty crazy right? You wouldn't see anything like that in NYC or Philly. You would probably just come back to an empty store with no washers or dryers left. Maybe they might be nice and turn off the water before they leave. I guess San Francisco people are just very trusting or something. Maybe I need to open my own laundrymat in San Francisco.
For most of the time that I was there, I was the only one in the laundrymat. Then one or two people came in to throw their laundry into the washing machine but then left soon afterwards. I think that they thought that I was the odd one because I actually wanted to stay with my clothes to make sure that no one was going to steal them. So there I am thinking that they're strange and they're thinking that I'm strange and we're all having a strange fest. Hmm... I guess they've never seen Fight Club where Helen Bonham Carter needs some cash so she goes to the laundrymat to steal some wet clothes to sell to the thrift store.
So I go across the street with my laundry bag to do my laundry. At first, I thought that the place was completely empty but then some old chinese dude came out from behind some door. He said, "Hi.", then left shortly afterwards. Now, my friend, Joon, told me about this a while back but I didn't really believe him. For laundrymats in San Francisco, there's usually not a person there working full time watching the store. That's pretty crazy right? You wouldn't see anything like that in NYC or Philly. You would probably just come back to an empty store with no washers or dryers left. Maybe they might be nice and turn off the water before they leave. I guess San Francisco people are just very trusting or something. Maybe I need to open my own laundrymat in San Francisco.
For most of the time that I was there, I was the only one in the laundrymat. Then one or two people came in to throw their laundry into the washing machine but then left soon afterwards. I think that they thought that I was the odd one because I actually wanted to stay with my clothes to make sure that no one was going to steal them. So there I am thinking that they're strange and they're thinking that I'm strange and we're all having a strange fest. Hmm... I guess they've never seen Fight Club where Helen Bonham Carter needs some cash so she goes to the laundrymat to steal some wet clothes to sell to the thrift store.
Here comes the Rooster... It's Chinese New Year's today (or is it Chinese New Year's Eve?... I forget...) so I had to stop by Chinatown to see if anything was going on. It was pretty quiet. Maybe the celebrations will start tomorrow or later on in the week. There was a street fair in Chinatown this past Sunday though.
Now this looks like a really good place to eat. That roasted duck looks so good. They also had some nice roasted squid on the far right. It must be good. There was a line outside the store to get in. Even that old chinese lady with the white hair cut in front of me to make sure that she got a good spot on line.
Here's today's lunch - one Sourdough Jack with Curly Fries and a large diet Coke.
A couple of years ago when I was in Seattle, I had my first experience of Jack In The Box. It's a truly west coast thing. I knew this girl from Hong Kong and she came to New York City to look for work after finishing up school in Hawaii. She walked all over Manhattan looking for a Jack In The Box. She couldn't understand why she couldn't find one. She just assumed that it was everywhere like McDonald's just because there's Jack In The Box in Hong Kong and Hawaii. I guess that's the west coast version of "the taste that you crave".
Everytime I'm out on the west coast, I try to make at least one pilgrimage to Jack In The Box and order a Sourdough Jack with Curly Fries and a drink. When I was in Hawaii for a friend's wedding, I made sure to pay a visit to Jack In The Box but unfortunately, I forgot to order the Curly Fries and got regular fries instead. That was truly disappointing. I'm never making that mistake again.
Monday, February 07, 2005
A Kogepan V-Day display at Kinokuniya: Ok... now I find this kind of strange - Kogepan celebrating V-Day - considering the whole story about Kogepan. I would just expect him to be smoking and getting drunk on milk on V-Day. Anyway, you can read more about Kogepan here.
Clapping with one hand
Ok... ok... I know... Having a blog is like clapping with one hand but it's probably better for me to post random pictures from San Francisco here than flooding everybody's mailbox with them.
BTW, breakfast was pretty good. I had two cups of coffee, scrambled eggs, ham and hash browns. Thank God they actually served real breakfast. I can't stand that continental breakfast crap. Hopefully, dinner will be just as good.
BTW, breakfast was pretty good. I had two cups of coffee, scrambled eggs, ham and hash browns. Thank God they actually served real breakfast. I can't stand that continental breakfast crap. Hopefully, dinner will be just as good.