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A dinner worth discussing and forgetting

Posted in Food on January 20, 2008 by Julius O

There’s a diner that I like to frequent near Grand Central Station on the weekends. I usually stop in for dinner after the library closes on 42nd st.

I went through the menu and was planning to get a sandwich. Than the waiter switches my menu because mine didn’t have any of the dinner specials. So there’s the flap in the menu that lists the dinner specials. Hmm, Crabcakes and baked macaroni and cheese for $10.75. Sounds interesting, let’s go for it.

I get a salad and some dinner roles to start, than comes out the crabcakes and macaroni and cheese with a side of tartar sauce. I start on the crabcakes and after a few bites, I get curious as to what’s actually in it. So I use a fork to start dissecting it and the conclusion was disappointing.

The crabcakes were made with mostly breading and imitation crabmeat. ::sigh::

I couldn’t eat the 2nd crabcake and just finished up the macaroni that was decent. Instead of taking my time at the diner and getting more work done after eating, I was compelled to just pay and leave.

I quickly rushed back home to my local coffee shop where I had a chocolate chip cookie and a coffee to wash away the taste of a disappointing dinner.

The lessons learned here is that one should stick to the basic offerings when at a diner–breakfast foods, sandwiches, burgers, salads, etc. At least you know what you’re getting with this. I was also looking at the pot roast dinner special, and should’ve picked that because at least they wouldn’t try to serve imitation beef!

Fortunes and Ron Paul

Posted in Arts / Culture, Food, Politics, ron paul on January 19, 2008 by Julius O

I was cleaning my room and remembered that I’ve been carrying around a couple Chinese fortunes from those fortune cookies you get from a Chinese restaurant. So rather than continue collecting all the paper strips, I think it’s time to record them here and throw them away.

:) You have at your command the wisdom of the ages. :)

Right now is also the perfect time to pamper yourself.

One of the ingenious inventions of the grassroots is passing out a card that has a phone number that you dial where one can then enter a mailbox number that corresponds to a specific issue. I think it’s great way for people to hear the freedom message if they don’t have easy access to a computer. So I’ve listed the info below, give it a shot if you’re bored. Works quite well.

1. Dial 641-715-3900 (just minutes of use on mobiles, cheap on landlines)

2. Enter Extension No. + the ‘#” key.

Issues – Length – Extension

US Foreign Policy – 4min – Ext. 35004#
Protecting Civil Liberties – 3min – Ext. 35005#
Healthcare Reform – 5min – Ext. 35006#
Fixing the Inflation Tax – 2min – Ext. 35007#
Taxes and the IRS – 2min – Ext. 35008#
Entitlements – 4min – Ext. 35009#
Second Amendment – 3min – Ext. 35010#
Immigration Sanity – 3min – Ext. 35011#
Our Constitutional Republic – 6min – Ext.35012
Latest news from Dr. Paul – Ext. 35013#

Up and running

Posted in Food, Tech on September 21, 2007 by Julius O

I’m at the Fifth Ave. Apple Store right now where I’ve signed up to see a Genius. And I also completely forgot that you typically have to make reservations in advance unless you have ProCare. We’ll see what happens, I’ve got an hour or two to burn. And since the store is open 24/7, I should be able to see someone pretty soon. The Mail application on my iPhone seems to be crashing all the time now. I tap Mail and a few seconds later, boom, back to the Home screen. When it shows me how many e-mails I have on the Mail button, it blinks every few seconds–from this, I’m gathering that Mail.app keeps restarting itself in a loop after every crash. Fun.But I was bored tonight so I figured it wouldn’t hurt to go back to the island and see if they could do something about it tonight.

On a more important note however, I’m forcing myself to start writing again. It’s been almost 2 months knows since I moved and I thought it just couldn’t wait anymore. So goes the New Years’ resolution of the once a week post.At any rate, I thought I’d let everyone know that I’m fine and doing well. The apartment is pretty much set-up, though we’re still waiting to get our thermostat installed and for the scaffolding work to finish on the front of the apartment. For those curious on the layout of the place, it’s a railroad apartment in a 3rd floor walk-up. From front to back, there’s my bedroom, which connects to the common area and kitch, the bathroom, entrance to the apartment, and Jomy’s room. I’ve been told these types of places are also referred to as shotgun apartments because you could shoot a gun front to back and it wouldn’t hit anything because it would just go back to straight. Wonder if the name has anything to do with people being shot in these types of dwellings!

I’ve been living here for a short while now, and all I’ve gotta say is two words: KICK-ASS!

Was I nervous and stressed out during the whole move? For damn sure. But that quickly subsided once everything was set-up and I started getting used to the commute and work routine. Both Jomy and I are transplants of the city, and since we both grew up and lived most of our lives in the suburbs of PA, I think we’ve been adjusting pretty well to city life. Part of this, I think, is because we went to school in Philadelphia and was able to get a pretty good grasp on urban living. This naturally just carried over from living in a fairly large city to moving to THE CITY.Another thing that’s of no surprise is that money goes pretty quickly here. But luckily the prices on food are pretty reasonable and isn’t as expensive as a lot of people think it is. Obviously if you’re going to dine at a five-star restaurant, you’ll pay $$$$$. But with your typical restaurant fare of pizzas, pastas, sandwiches, heroes (aka wedges), chinese, mom and pops, etc., the prices aren’t worth writing about–they’re just about on par with everywhere else plus a slight premium for being in the city. That’s why most New Yorkers never cook, because the price and opportunity cost of dining out makes it totally worth it. For everything else, there’s the frozen instant bowls and bags of trail mix from Trader Joe’s.

Did I mention that the food up here is delicious? As of late, I haven’t had anything that I didn’t like. Everything here just seems fresh and made to be top-notch. I’m very impressed. This is THE place for chowhounds! Name any cuisine imaginable, and it’s here. If you ever go to a cart, be sure to also try out a hot dog, beef patty, and/or a knish. It’s just a NYC thing to do.

Some people have asked how I’ve been liking the city so far. All I have to say is that I’m in love with this place and I should’ve made the move sooner. Coming up here has probably been one of the best decisions I’ve made in my life as of late. In life, there aren’t many absolutes that one can believe except for death and taxes. And as such, I don’t know if it’s worth saying that I’ll love the city forever. But at least in the forseeable future, I don’t see my mind changing on this one bit.

P.S. – I just found out that my RA from freshman year of collge just moved up here and lives a few blocks away from me. Small world.

Living in the Shadows of Society

Posted in Arts / Culture, Food, General on March 2, 2007 by Julius O

This past weekend, I was having lunch at a fairly well-known diner located along Route 30 in Malvern. It’s about 40 minutes West of where I live so its location isn’t too convenient in making it a regular affair.

The place has the layout of your typical diner, though its food resembles that of what one would find at a bistro and the food is quite good. There’s a general dining area for people coming as groups, and a typical counter for those coming solo. The wall that’s across from the counter which is used to separate the kitchen area from the customers is cutout where finished meals from the kitchen are handed off to the waitresses.

Having sat directly in front of this view several times, one can’t help but observe that, as is the case of working in the food business, particularly those who work in restaurant kitchens and service industries in general, that these people do not communicate in English and are most likely either Green card holders, or illegal aliens; the latter of which has been and continues to be a hot topic in this country.

It’s without question that these people work hard and break their backs day in and day out so that their families living back home can have a better life. And ideally, many wish to call the US their home someday through permanent residence and citizenship. I believe, that just as my parents came to this country almost 30 years ago, that others should also have the same opportunity. Afterall, this is a country of immigrants.

The time for immigration reform is now, and a faster, agile, fair, and legal system must take its place that’s based on the pillars of citizenship, history, and a non-negotiable baseline understanding and fluency of English. At the very least, citizens of one nation should and must be able to communicate, at the bare minimum, in one language. The French have always understood that in order to preserve its unique national identity and cultural image, that there are some things that should never be changed or debated. One such aspect is the recognition of French as the official language of government, which is part of the French Constitution, and for which I believe we should adopt similar measures here. A common language is important because it provides a common understanding for all citizens to participate within a society.

And as they work here and make a living that neither you or I would are willing to accept, they will continue to live in the shadows of our society with neither the ability to communicate in English or conduct the legal or financial transactions we take for granted on a daily basis. Most importantly, those who aspire to become legal residents, and eventually US citizens, will continue to live in the shadows so long as they cannot communicate in English. With the present immigration system, this will continue to be the case. Some believe that the way of resolving the issue is for the government to recognize and support other non-English languages which, in my view, would place the future of American civilization in great peril. The inability for a society to communicate in a common language not only provides a disservice to those who come here seeking a better life, but gives future generations of immigrants a life of damnation and hopelessness. Sir Francis Bacon once said that “Knowledge is Power.” For those seeking a better life in this country, the knowledge of English brings power and equalization to the playing field.

Many opponents believe, however, that an English-only education system in today’s schools is a racist policy. How so? What could be more racist than for a child to be educated in America in their native language and be given false hopes that they will have just as equal an opportunity as those who are educated in English?

Supporters of an English-only education system and an English-centric immigration policy will ever say that it’s wrong to learn and be proficient in other languages. In fact, the children of immigrants should also be reasonably proficient in their native language as well because it is, after all, a part of their cultural identity. The education system is designed so that in an early age, kids can begin taking survey classes of foreign languages that they can eventually build upon and learn more about in high school and throughout college. In addition, the majority of immigrant parents believe that their children must learn and be proficient in English.

As an example, I can’t expect to travel to my mother country of
South Korea and begin communicating with my relatives and other natives in English. Why should I have the expectation for others to be able to communicate with me in English? Likewise, in what right mind can a minority group of people impose on an English-speaking nation the unreasonable and unnecessary expectation that they must facilitate and communicate in the languages of other nations and peoples?

Returning back to the diner, I observed that only one or two of the waitresses were able to communicate with the kitchen staff. This isn’t because the rest of them had no interest in talking to them or simply didn’t like them. Rather, it’s because they couldn’t communicate in a common language. The reason that these waitresses were able to talk with the kitchen staff is because they were fluent in Spanish, which they had learned from school. Whether or not these hard-working people will ever learn English is anyone’s guess. But it is and should be common sense to them that to live in another country, they should and must be committed to learning and gaining proficiency in the native language of that country.

Immigration reform in this country must include a mandatory, reasonable level of proficiency in the English language that is measured and assessed throughout the entire process of immigration and naturalization. In fact, those wishing to come to the US should start to become acquainted with English prior to arriving in the US to live, work, and be able to demonstrate continuous improvement in their mastery of English. English language immersion programs should be an integral part of the immigration process and be offered in as many mediums as possible. As one who believes in the concept of lifelong learning and continuous self-betterment, anyone can learn English.

Had my parents not exposed me to English at a young age through television, books, and school, I couldn’t possibly imagine how hard and difficult my life would be right now.

Chipotle, One of Life’s Simple Pleasures

Posted in Arts / Culture, Food on February 19, 2007 by Julius O

Aside from absorbing the sights and sounds of the Big Apple, and as lame as it sounds, one of the things I look forward to every week is having lunch at Chipotle on 26th St and 7th Avenue. Its closeness to the office and Penn Station is also an added plus when scarfing down a burrito for dinner and then booking it up 7th Avenue to catch a scatty NJ Transit train back home. But for the most part, it’s a lunch affair. I usually end of going to Chipotle by myself because it ends up that everyone in the office has gone there 2-3 times already in the week and wants to change things up. Granted it’s another chain of fast food restaurants, but a very good one at that. Of course, when you’re talking about a restaurant chain in a food capital as New York City with every cuisine represented and every palette satisfied, to the eyes of your typical New Yorker, you’d probably be seen as a tasteless simpleton. But I don’t care, their burritos are delicious and I can get them very quick.

Unfortunately, Chipotle is nowhere to be found in the King of Prussia area, yet alone in Philly or PA for that matter. I need my burrito fix but can’t wait for New York so doing some Google Local action yielded a Baja Fresh in KOP so I think I’ll be go there for lunch later today. I haven’t had experience with either Baja Fresh or Qdoba, though Gast has had nothing but praise for Baja Fresh as everything is made fresh with nothing coming out of a can or being microwaved, just like Chipotle.  I’m looking forward to it and I’ll be sure to followup with my findings.

These places make Taco Bell look like it’s food for the impoverished, though I admit to enjoying it every once in a while.  Smitty’s particularly fond of the 7-Layer Burrito!

Who Called?

Posted in Arts / Culture, Food, General on August 22, 2006 by Julius O

So you get a call on your cellphone or landline. You see the number show up, but it doesn’t say who is calling. That’s when you use whocalled.us. Go to the site, enter the number in question and it may be able to tell you who’s calling. When I was getting these calls from numbers I didn’t recognize, I entered it the number and found out it was a marketing group for Hilton vacations. The next time they call, I’ll have to ask them to take me off their call list even though I’m a Hilton Honors club member.

In other news, I had Spaghetti and Meatballs AGAIN for dinner tonight. And you guessed it, I watched The Godfather Part III on Sunday. What the heck is it with The Godfather and Spaghetti?!

Spaghetti (continued)

Posted in Food on August 15, 2006 by Julius O

On Sunday night, I took the train into the city and headed over to Ralph’s.  It was time for some Spaghetti.  Located two blocks below South on 9th Street, it’s a nice little place with seating on the ground and second floor.  It appeared that the stairway continued to a third floor, but we don’t want to go there!

I decided to get the Spaghetti with Calamari, followed by Tiramisu and Espresso.  Overall, it was excellent and it was all had and done for about $30 including tip.  I was surprised by how generous they were with the Calamari as there plenty of nickel-sized rings mixed into the Spaghetti.  Larger, but fewer Calamari rings would’ve been preferrable, but you’ll hear no complaints from me.  I was initially down for the classic Spaghetti and Meatball combination, but decided at the last minute to get something different and out of the ordinary.

In comparing different Italiain eateries, I think a classic dish should be used as a baseline of comparision.  So at some point, I should head back to Ralph’s, order the Spaghetti and Meatballs, and then head one block over on 10th to Dante & Luigi’s and order the same thing.  They also claim to be the oldest Italian restaurant in America–nothing wrong with some friendly competition.  Ralph’s likes to boast that the restaurant has always been under the management of the same family while Dante & Luigi’s has allegedly changed hands many times.

Still not minding more Spaghetti, Gast and I went to The Spaghetti Warehouse today on Spring Garden Street for lunch where we had their lunch special–a fixed price offering of an appetizer, main course, and dessert for $11.  It wasn’t bad, though the Meatballs in my Spaghetti could’ve come out a bit warmer. But Gast and I were both hungry so it did the job.  Unfortunately we almost got clipped by a cop car as it speeded by us while we were about to make a left turn and had the right of way.  Someone was on the loose near the area and I guess they were scrambling to find him.  Gast said that there was a courthouse nearby, so perhaps someone was booking from trial.

You know, I still don’t think I’m tired of Spaghetti yet, maybe I’ll try one of the places around Wayne for lunch today.

The Godfather and Hunger

Posted in Arts / Culture, Food on August 13, 2006 by Julius O

I just got done watching The Godfather II and after watching the 3+ hour film, I could only think of one thing: Spaghetti!

I need to drive down to Ralph’s.