If there’s one thing better than a good Ramen place, it’s a good Ramen place that does one thing, and one thing well.
RAMEN. WITH PORK.
Say hello to Kintaro, a hole-in-the-wall Jay and I stumbled upon while exploring Vancouver with a friend. We didn’t know what food it was, but it had a line running 10 deep out the door. We got in line.
That was last year.
Now whenever we go back to Vancouver, we find a reason (or not) to eat at Kintaro.
I, of course, went for the highly unhealthy “medium broth fatty pork” combination. Please note the layers of fat circling the pieces of pork. I threw in a boiled egg for good measure.
(Don’t ask me about the broth. All I know is, you pick light, medium, or super. We saw them dipping the order chits into the soup, so Jay figured out that the broth’s thickness depended on how much of your receipt melted into the soup.)
Jay, as you can see, was uber excited to see his bowl of “medium broth lean pork” Ramen.
Those people in the back of Jay were in line for one of our seats.
It’s good, people.
If computers came with Smellovision and Tastovision, you’ll know exactly what I mean.
When you get home after work and change into Something Comfortable, isn’t that the best feeling in the world?
You don’t have to suck in anything, you don’t have to tighten any belts, you don’t have to worry about crinkling that power suit you wore for that special meeting.
I love my giant XL T-shirt and my sweat pants.
Why can’t we live in Something Comfortable 24/7?
Is that really so bad?
Who came up with IMAGE anyway?
And I want to know who made that first judgment call that oversized tees and sweats were not acceptable compared to an expensive, pressed suit.
Think about it. It is all perception. But who made us think that way?
I hate to agree with Hugh, but he may be on to something.
That’s not to say I can’t enjoy the occasional vegetarian meal. Which is how I found myself at the Teapot Vegetarian (and Vegan!) House for lunch.
While waiting for my food, I perused their extensive reading materials that included a Peta pamphlet showing what they do to chickens, cows, and pigs.
If making me give up meat was the aim of the leaflet, it didn’t work as well as making me enjoy my meal just that little bit less. Thanks.
Am I really going to burn in hell for eating that rabbit in a French market in 1997?
If a vegetarian is a vegetarian, he’s noble in saving animal lives. But if a carnivore is a carnivore, well, there’s nothing redeeming about eating meat.
I could try, but I’m pretty sure I make a bad vegetarian.
The dim sum’s too good. And rendered pork fat is poetry in sizzling, tasty motion.
My favorite part of a baseball game is the Foam Finger.
I just like the fact that someone thought of cutting colored foam into the shape of a finger, and selling it to me for $6.
Toss in $5 hotdogs, $8 beers, and $4 cotton candy, and I’m really getting the finger.
Still, we had a great time. My parents were slightly perturbed by the game and the organized shouting while Jay patiently explained the rules and I happily waved the finger.
I learned a few important things today.
(1) There are people out there who can throw a ball more than 90 miles an hour. That’s faster than my Beetle has ever gone.
(2) Bunting is not a kind of donut.
(3) When the bases are loaded, you DO NOT want to go to the bathroom.
Those days that you appear to be high-functioningâ€â€you walk around like you’re conscious, you converse like you’re awakeâ€â€but your body is on auto-pilot.
And your brain is where you left it.
At home on the pillow.
Today was such a day.
So I guess I’ll complete this random day with a random photo of my fridge (as of Monday night, 10:30 pm).
I may not remember what I did today, but if the world ended right now, at least I have a well-stocked fridge.
I’ve been genuinely shocked by the reaction to our Banana-Donut T-shirt.
I guess I didn’t realize a lot of people wouldn’t wear our tee.
If you have to know, the genesis of the T-shirt started out innocently enough.
We wanted icons to represent us, and we thought of the things that we liked.
Jay loves bananas (he has one every morning with his cereal); I love donuts (witness the Krispy Kreme wedding cake).
The two items started out on the illustrator page separate, then on top of each other, then together, and in one instance, I remember the banana was peeled. We also thought of a donut with a bite taken out of it. But I digress.
I still feel that it ONLY seems scandalous IF you knew the tee was celebrating a marriage, right? I mean, it’s just a banana and a donut on a T-shirt.
Well, you be the judge. The following tees offer a glimpse into our wretched minds.
Made on the occasion of Jay’s brother Ty, and Heather’s wedding. They have a chihuahua they adore named Roxy.
Jay made this for Grandpa Gene’s 90th.
And thisâ€â€this was for David and Kerri’s wedding. Geddit?
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