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An Almost Perfect Day…

4 Aug

Pops and I slept in and missed out on a tasty breakfast in Portland.

Our penance for such laziness was served on an 8″ onion sub, courtesy of the Big Town Hero at PDX.

We drove home from SJC via Rio del Mar and had lunch with my phriend, Cricket at Bittersweet Bistro.

Their Bittersweet Cocktail is terrifyingly easy to drink… especially in such amazingly gorgeous sunshine.

The sweet potatoe phries were.. sweet.

Loved the presentation on the wings (however inflated the price tag was…)

After we got back, Alabama picked me up and treated me to a phantabulous celebratory dinner at our phavorite celebratory spot- Will’s Fargo.

After the crudite, we shared the ahi sashimi.

I then opted for the mushroom bisque, which was delicious!

My main course was my tried and true black and blue top sirloin- perfect and delicious as always.

It was a perfect day… almost.

Until we left the restaurant, and I checked my phone.

And the ex-phella had crashed his motorcycle and landed himself in the ER.

And thus, to the ER I went.

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I Miss PDX Already

4 Jun

One of my phavorite phollowers treated me to Starbucks to start off our last morning of class.  I went with the Greek yogurt & honey parfait and a soy latte.

As a mid-morning snack, I did my best to eliminate the oddly shaped donut holes that sat in phront of me, taunting me, begging me to eat them…

As tradition would dictate, we had our phinal lunch at House of Teriyaki II.  We were all sad, but I’m pretty sure I saw our phriend behind the counter shed a small tear.

Yes, we are THAT awesome.

One of our phellow classmates surprised us with a crazy spread of decadent cheesecake bites- raspberry, chocolate and peanut butter.  Her sister has treated us to a myriad of marvelous morsels throughout our program, and she certainly went out with a bang.  I didn’t try one myself, as those donut holes had surpassed by sugar quota, but I heard rave reviews from the rest of the cohort.

After class, a celebratory toast at Kraven’s was only phitting.  I selected the Apocalypse ale as we were nearing the 6pm rapture.

My only complaint about the PDX airport, after two years of phlying in and out, is that the Southwest terminal has incredibly crappy phood options.  Because of this, I normally wait until I get back to San Jose to eat, but I had a graduation party I was trying to make it to, so I ate at PDX.  The Wendy’s baked potatoe seemed the best of all options… it was that, a hot dog or some really scary looking Mexican.

I did make it home in time for the party and an evening of phun out on the town… but I already miss my Portland crew something terrible…

Phinal Day of Grilled Cheese Month (insert sad phace)

10 May

Phirst off, I will apologize to you, my phabulous phollowers, for phalling off the proverbial phoodfoto wagon this past week.  Yesterday welcomed the last year of my twenties to the party, and I spend a phair amount of time celebrating that phact.

Prepare yourselves for a blitzkrieg of posts later this evening…

So back to last Saturday, April 30th, which marked the phinal day of National Grilled Cheese Month.

I wore black for the occasion.

I started the day with a little brain phood as we rushed off to class.

I consider the leftover piece of pizza I had as a mid-morning snack to qualify as brain phood as well.

When lunch rolled around, we rolled ourselves over to the best deli in town- Country Grains (it might actually be the only deli in town, but nonetheless…)

I tried a Turkey & Cranberry sando for the phirst time, and it phelt like Thanksgiving in my mouth.

I also indulged in a new chip phlavor (that sounded more exciting that it actually turned out to be…)

…and then balanced that out (in my own mind) with some baby carrots.  Speaking of, that name has always amused me, as they are most certainly not actual baby carrots…

Just because something is shaved down to a baby-like size, does not, in my opinion, give us the right to remove its level of maturity.  Am I alone on this?

My phlight home from PDX was D.E.L.A.Y.E.D. so it was awfully late by the time I graced SJC with my presence.  I took a wrong turn leaving the airport which ended up being an excellent choice!  I discovered a road that has two soul phood restaurants to offer as well as an In N Out.  I plan to save the soul phood for my next trip, but where better to end the merry merry month of grilled cheese than In-N-Out?!?

Until next year, National celebration of phinding excuses to indulge… until next year.

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