This weekend was quite eventful, as most of my 3 day weekends are. Milca’s mom is in Argentina vacationing and taking classes in tango. She takes classes here, but thought it would be fun to go to the home of tango, and visit her home country too. She hasn’t been there in over a decade, so Milca is thrilled that she is there at all, whatever the motivation.
Friday night Milca, her borther, her brother’s girlfriend, her mom and I went to Thai Paradise on Las Tunas in Alhambra. Milca na dI drove by this place numerous times when we had first moved into our place, and it was always packed. We then started going there, and found it to be really good. Good prices, good quality, good menu, poor spelling on the menu. Example, “Orange flavorite chicken.” The spell check wasn’t working, but the cook knows what you’re talking about. We had a grip of food, the service was awesome, and we had some good visiting time before her flight the next day.
Saturday, while Milca was at work, I cleaned the house. There are several levels of house cleaning, so I’ll elaborate. I reorganized the VHS, the DVD’s, the bookcase, the clutter behind the door, and my video games. Now that everything fits again, I vacuumed the carpet, made the bed, did the dishes, and did some laundry. All of this after, of course, I watched disc 2 of the first season of The Sopranos. I’m officially hooked. No if’s, and’s or but’s. I will likely have a review of each season on my other site when I’m done watching it, and will do the same for the following season as I get them. I had done all the chores, then checked the mail. I got one of 2 games I bought used on Amazon, but didn’t have the chance to play it until later that evening.
That night Milca and I went to Twohee’s on Huntington in Alhambra. My mom and several others have raved about it, and whenever we pass it I always ask Milca if she’s ever been. It’s been a running joke of ours for wuite some time, since neither of us had ever been. We threw caution into the wind, and went.
First, the menu was fairly large. There’s a bit of everything for everyone. They had Sioux City Sasparilla, so I was stoked from the get go. Our waitress was not so great, however. I ranted about CPK and their awesome service, but my standards aren’t typically high. My drink was empty, and I didn’t have water. She lagged. The food wasn’t all that great. On top of all that, there was a slight lingering smell that reminded me of a cafetria in College Park Maryland that made me want to vomit. I tipped very little, and will never go there again.
Sunday Milca, her friend Marissa and I went to the Gem and Jewelry show in Santa Monica so Milca could get some materials for a commissioned work she’s doing. While there I saw some beads that looked like the Chankara stones while they were glowing. I pointed this out to Marissa, but she didn’t catch the reference. After telling her about Henry Jones, Jr. and his journey through India to Pankot Palace, which was overrun by the Thugee, she still hadn’t caught the reference, so I just told her. No biggee, it was just really fun telling the story of Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom as though it actually happened. She could school me 6 ways from Sunday when it comes to black and white cinema in a heart beat, so I didn’t give her a hard time about it.
After we left, we were hungry, so we went to a Middle Eastern place on Venice. The atmosphere was okay, sitting in a covered patio area with a cool breeze was nice on that hot day. When we got there, I should have guessed what we were in for. There was no sign or anything saying to wait to be seated, so I asked the first person who worked there. She was a Middle Eatern girl who seemed like she thought the sun rose and set in her pants. She just looked around and told us to sit at an empty table. Since Milca had run to the bathroom, she told us to sit at a 2 person table, thinking it was just Marissa and I. We spotted another larger table, and sat there since we figured there was no rhyme or reason to the seating. We had been sitting quite some time before we ordered our drinks. Then, after having to stop one of the two waitresses for menus, we figured out what we were going to order. We had to stop one of them again to tell them our order. Seriously, it was about 15-20 minutes before we ordered. They clearly saw us, and the busboy was helping us more than the waitresses. They were both in theuir early 20’s, and arrogant as all hell. There were other tables and families, all getting decent service, and we were getting treated like shit. I didn’t want to tip anything at all, but Marissa used to be a waitress, and wouldn’t allow it. 10% was enough of a tip to walk away guilt free, but let them know that they sucked my ass. My drink wasn’t only empty, but the only reason it got refilled the once is that I got up and grabbed the pitcher myself and brought it over to our table. We almost dine and ditched. In hindsight, I wish we had.
Vote Quimby.