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Milk And Honey

Dan rec­om­mended a place to eat in Willits, so we stopped at Gribaldo’s for lunch. He actu­ally told us that he didn’t remem­ber the name of the place, but that it had a big sign that just said “DINNER” (not “diner”) and that it was in Willits across from the Taco Bell.

I was orig­i­nally going to go with a break­fast dish, but the wait­ress rec­om­mended the fish, which is locally farmed in Fort Bragg. She did not lead us wrong! Tim C and I both got the 3-​piece fish and chips, expect­ing each piece of fish to be like a roll of quar­ters. Instead, we got this:

Each piece was big­ger and thicker than a chicken breast!

Con­tin­ued to SF with a mild case of food coma after that. Got Tim C back to his place OK, though. I went home after that, and the plan was for a nap between the morn­ing and evening fes­tiv­i­ties, but unfor­tu­nately I did not have time for it if I wanted to take the bus out and not worry about park­ing and poten­tial drunk dri­ving later. Hopped in the shower and ran to the bus stop.

Met up with Aaron L, Sue L, and Gio Linh at Plouf, where I was dying to have moules et frites for the first time in for­ever! Started the night off with a Chouffe. Gio Linh appre­ci­ated the bot­tle, if not the contents:

For din­ner, I got the “prix fixe,” which was a soup or salad, moules, and a dessert. The soup was a clam chow­der. Over­all, not as good as the chow­der from Crudo, but it was inter­est­ingly spiced — there was some heat from chili oil on top. The mus­sels were great! My only com­plaint there was that I wish they gave us more broth in the bowls for dunk­ing our fries and bread. And for dessert, I had the prof­iteroles. You should have heard the waiter say it, because Gio Linh couldn’t hold back her laugh­ter. The cream puffs had ice cream instead of reg­u­lar, and the whole plate was cov­ered with a dark choco­late sauce, pis­ta­chios, and raspberries.

Unfor­tu­nately, both my bor­rowed cam­era and my phone seemed to be low on bat­ter­ies, so I did not get a lot of pic­tures, but here’s the main dish:

After that, Gio Linh went home because she’s still a baby. Aaron L and Sue L also went home because they had Bay to Break­ers in the morn­ing. I wan­dered around the cor­ner to Rick­house, where I met up with Albert T and Tim C.

Our first round:

There was a solid line out­side at this point, though, and the rain was pick­ing up, so we moved to the Bur­ritt Room to met up with Almira V, Dorothea C, and Chris H. Unfor­tu­nately, my cam­eras com­pletely died at this point, but I really like this bar. No line or cover to deal with out­side. Very chill bar area with ample seat­ing. (Yes, I’m old and I like to sit and chat with friends while I drink.) There’s a side room with music and danc­ing if you wish. And most impor­tantly, the drinks rock!

My first drink was a “Torii Toddy,” which was Japan­ese whiskey with hot chrysan­the­mum tea and some other fla­vor­ings. (It’s fun to watch the drinks made, each bar­tender has a set of 12 or so small unmarked glass bot­tles — think soy sauce bot­tles at an Asian restau­rant — of aro­mat­ics.) It doesn’t sound like it would be a good combo, but it was amaz­ing. And prob­a­bly the best self-​medication I had for the cough I had that night that was aggra­vated by our walk through the rain.

We sat around there for a while, talk­ing about our jumps and what we were going to do for next year. (Still noth­ing set yet. Any sug­ges­tions?) Then Dorothea C gave me a ride home and that was that.

Good Fortune

Every Lunar New Year, my fam­ily gets our for­tunes told at tem­ple. This year, this was my fortune:

My sis­ters and I actu­ally got to the tem­ple as they were clos­ing for the day, so we did not get a lot of time with the guy who usu­ally translates/​explains our for­tunes to us. I knew right away from the dou­ble “mid­dle” char­ac­ters on the right side that mine was an OK for­tune. (Dong Ha got a dou­ble good one, and Gio Linh got a good one.)

I was told that my foun­da­tion was good but that I would need to plan care­fully to get where I wanted to go. Which I sup­pose is reas­sur­ing, but not par­tic­u­larly help­ful, since I had asked a ques­tion of “should I do A or B?”

If you can read my for­tune, I would love to get a more exact translation.

Secret Santa 3.0

Three years ago, my fam­ily (mostly the cousins, but some of the aunts and uncles as well) started a “Good Enough” Secret Santa game. The idea is that we would each make a wish­list of up to five items, and they could be as extrav­a­gant or out­ra­geous as we could imag­ine. We’ve had peo­ple wish for trop­i­cal islands, pri­vate jets, uni­corns, and more. Then, when names are drawn, you could only spend a max­i­mum of $5 on the gift(s) for your Secret San­tee, and include a note explain­ing why your gifts were good enough. For instance, some­one who asked for a sports car might get a Match­box car from a Happy Meal.

There’s always a cou­ple of San­tas who “cheat” the price limit and actu­ally get wish­list items (Dong Ha got her 7 jeans the first year, and Dang Quang got his motor­ized scooter last year), but that’s OK. We give each other gifts out­side of the Secret Santa gifts any­way, and I always looked at this game as a way to flex my oft-​neglected cre­ative muscles.

This year, though, I was a bit dis­heart­ened to find that par­tic­i­pa­tion had dropped, but we held a round any­way. Then I was even more sad­dened to find out that a lot of the gifts were sent out late. There are always some great “good enough” gifts given each year (I was really proud of my crotchet purse for Chi Be the first year, Mike E’s gift to Gio Linh last year was so clev­erly tied together, and Dong Ha’s gift was a great mix for Chi Ba’s tough list this year) but per­haps it’s time to retire this tradition.

Or maybe, to go Hol­ly­wood on this, it’s time for a reboot.