Saturday, March 22, 2014
That Time I Thought I Saw My Parents at the Pike
Sunday day drinking is not for the faint of heart and is usually best enjoyed by the 21-40 year old single, no family, alcohol, fun loving population. I basically described people who are not my parents. After a Sunday afternoon BBQ at Alex's bar, the husband, some friends and I all decided to head over to the Pike for more drinks. Mid Bloody Mary, in walks in a older Asian couple. My first reaction was why are my mom and dad at the Pike?
Now, these people were not my parents, nor did they really look like them, but I guess it's the Asian thing and oh yeah we're at the PIKE. The bar that pours well drinks so strong, that has it's own unit of drink strength measurement called the Pike Pour. Oh yeah, there is never a Saturday Night at the Pike where I remember ever going home.
They, of course, order the fish and chips. I say of course because they are Asian and that's what mom and dad would have ordered. They also ordered a side of rice. I knew they would because when my parents ate at Chick-Fil-A for the first time I asked them If they liked it. My dad's response was, "It would be better if they had rice."
Don't get me wrong, the Pike is a restaurant and occasionally families are seen here but remember, this couple reminds me of my parents, non fun having home bodies. It was weird seeing an older Asian couple sit down and look at the menu. It was weird seeing my friend that works as a server help said couple navigate the menu. It was weird seeing them order beer. Because of the association with my parents, it made me uncomfortable. But really I haven't lived at home for more than ten years, what if my parents go to restaurants and order beer? I wouldn't know. But I like to think they don't.
Before they left they were asking the server for pizza recommendations the server recommended Pizza X 2. And with that, I have come to the conclusion that "my parents" smoked weed and the association between my parents and this Asian couple ended.
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Thursday, March 20, 2014
Eizelle Drinks Out
Because I want to celebrate the Kings win. Because I want to celebrate my third year going to New York. Because it's been busy at work.
Thursday my be the alcoholic Friday, but I don't need a good reason to celebrate having a good time with friends.
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Tuesday, March 11, 2014
Eating Out Redondo Beach Pier
The Redondo beach Pier is nothing short of amazing. There is Russian bar that serves hot dogs and Bud Lime and lists Russian and Lithuanian beers on their menu. But when you order them it is out if stock and probably has been for 2 years but it's okay, because it adds to the charm.
The main event, of course, are the live sea creatures inhabiting the tanks in the far end end of the pier. Local crabs, clams, and urchins all line the walkway as people from all across the greater South Bay gather to take their pick of what they feel is the best of the best. But we all know, the lady crabs are the best. Why? Back fat and her eggies stuffed inside her carapace that's why. While they offer less meat in the arms they offer more on the inside. I'm a quality over quantity type of girl and I'm Asian.
There is an extensive menu of northern Pacific and Atlantic oysters and a line of willing shuckers waiting to take your piece of paper with your picks.
On this trip,naturally, opted for the lady crab. I got her steamed and named her Mallory because I beat her with a mallot with no remorse. She was a tasty beast. Thank you Mallory for letting me eat your lovely back fat and future little crabs. After beating and eating, we hit the churros. HARD! Because that is what you do to end your day at the Redondo Beach Pier.
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This Week In SnackChat
I'm just now realizing that I haven't updated This Week in SnackChat. I guess you can say," More like This Weak in SnackChat." I just dissed myself! Anywho, it's back to the updates on the reg so keep the SnackChats coming!
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