Bluestone, Red Face

My dad and I drove back to Montclair from Middletown last night. This morning Scep and Katie came to get me and we went to the Bluestone Cafe in Watchung Plaza.

[Sugee+montclair+watchung.jpg]We walked past Watchung Deli as we waited for a table. When I talked about my love for Hunan House, my high school friend Roy, who now lives in Japan, mentioned missing Watchung Deli when he’s living abroad.  (Roy’s been in Japan for several years now, with occasional visits home,  and if you’re keeping score, our friends Garan’s moved to Korea. I asked Scep to move to Indonesia to round out the gang of our friends now in Asia, but he said no.) Oddly, the Watchung Deli is now next to a sushi joint, a salon offering Japanese hair straightening*, and a corner shop full of anime fashions, brightly colored mini-sushi erasers and more novelty Asian imports. Watchung is ready for your return, Roy.

Bluestone Coffee CO on Restaurantica Since it was a holiday, there were plenty of other late-morning brunchers at Bluestone Coffee. Menus were coffee-stained unlaminated paper, listing two flavors of chai, coffees, teas, and a variety of yummy entrees, featuring ingredients that could not be altered or substituted. But the food was good, and the company was even better! I missed those two!

Our waitress made sure we didn’t linger, though, she literally took my plate away as soon as I lifted the last bite towards my mouth. By this time, it wasn’t crowded anymore, but it was uncomfortable lingering where the staff clearly didn’t want us to be, so we went back to my parents’ house.

It was great to catch up with Scep and Katie. We talked about the time my granny grilled Katie to see if she was worthy to be dating her now-husband Scep, and about Katie’s possible new job in the fall, and summer plans, and general catch up. Also, Scep and Katie pretended not to notice my ridiculous hairline sunburn. Although I diligently sunscreened myself with SPF 6.2^8 at Bethie’s graduation, I guess I didn’t get quite up to my hair and I have now a half centimeter of crispy red around my face.

Maybe Bluestone has a No Weird Faces policy, and that’s why we got the bum’s rush.

*I’m not entirely sure what that is. Do you know?


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Swiftriver

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I’d like to direct you all to my friend Tricia’s new webcomic, Swiftriver. Swiftriver started a couple months ago, so start with the first comic and follow the story of Bowie Swiftriver. Check it out, leave Tricia a comment or two, and when you start seeing people walking around in Bowie Swiftriver t-shirts, remember I told you about it right in the beginning!
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Visiting Bethie

At Wesleyan, visiting my sister’s lab.

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Montclair, The Land of Hunan House

Every time I came home from college or from traveling, the first thing I’d want to do in my hometown of Montclair is go eat Hunan House Chinese food. So yesterday, when I flew in from Raleigh to my parents’ house (en route to my sister’s graduation), I went to Hunan House with my dad.

Hunan House is my absolute favorite food in the world. I was so sad when I got to Yantai and found out that real Chinese food was not just like eating Hunan House pork fried rice, chicken lo mein and wonton soup every day. Partly because it turns out I’m not a fan of the authentic Chinese seafood in Yantai, but also because a year of Hunan House everyday is still not enough!

Hunan House on UrbanspoonService at Hunan House is not great. Waitresses wish you weren’t there to bother them, and they make that clear by pointing vaguely at a table, slapping some menus down, and walking away. But who cares if you have to fuwuyuan for attention? (I haven’t actually tested this, my family always prevents me) It’s Hunan House Chinese food! I’d go into the kitchen and help myself if they’d let me! I think there’s some kind of addictive chemical added.

Hunan House is down some steps behind the A&P parking lot, which backs up my theory that the harder-to-find and less attractive the outside of the restaurant is, the better the food is inside.

As we were leaving, my dad pointed at the Hunan House name painted on the concrete wall.  “Remember when you were in China and I sent you a picture of that?”

“Yeah. It made me hungry for Chinese food.”

Hunan House on Restaurantica

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Suprising Advertising

Looks like American battery manufacturers are taking a cue from their Chinese counterparts! Now you won’t have to buy a duckie bath thermometer separately!

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Oliver Twist

Oliver Twist
8111-137 Creedmoor Rd
Raleigh, NC 27613

Last week was Triangle Restaurant Week, when an assortment of local restaurants run a special set menu. We were meeting up with Lynn and some of her friends.

I ended up narrowing our dining choices to between Oliver Twist and Red Room, but the humor value of a restaurant naming itself after the Dickensian orphan famous for wanting more gruel, won out. What can I say? As an English major and bibliophile, that’s right up there with Gatsby Gardens and Gatsby hair products for men.

Oliver Twist Tapas Restaurant & Martini Lounge on UrbanspoonThe interior was gorgeous. With it’s strip-mall location, Twist has a challenge with the utter lack of windows and natural light, but they succeeded with dark wood furniture, red drapes, cushions and a stylish wine bar feel.  (A bit like the wine cellar at Alla Osteria)

Our wines and martinis were all tasty, our waitress was friendly, and I can’t emphasize enough just how pretty the place is. Our food was all stylishly plated and looked like a food magazine. But the food tasted… fine. It wasn’t bad, but for a splurge restaurant like this, I expected better. There was nothing I couldn’t prepare myself (with my meat the slightest bit overdone and my asparagus just the slightest bit underdone, it was uncannily like I did cook it myself!), so the markup for gorgeous plating was just too high.

Also, the food arrived in the way Stick and I call “Chinese style”, which means there was a huge wait between when the first plates and last plates came out. This works in a traditional Chinese restaurant because everyone’s eating from the same dishes, no one is watching their food get cold as they wait politely for their date’s dinner to arrive. But, in a Western restaurant, it’s really annoying.

I still had a great time, because the drinks and company (thanks to Lynn’s “devious friend matchmaking scheme”) were both fantastic, and the food was fine. I think Stick and I would go back for a bottle of wine, or a cocktail from the extensive martini list.

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Southern Mandarin

Raleigh graffiti artist Wang tags a downtown street.

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That You Can Live By

One of my November resolutions was to need the “job hunting” tag less frequently. (New Year’s resolutions are for conformists) For the most part, that’s worked out. I have some great clients and gigs right now, and no horror stories. But the Chinese school semester ended last week so I’m looking for some kind of summer work. I found a fun and interesting temp job, but I literally gasped when I was told how low the rate was.

I asked for a few days to think it over. One hand, fun and interesting! But on the other hand, how much will my self-esteem suffer by making what I made in high school? I laid out all the pros and cons to my mom on the phone.

“I think it all comes down to whether there’s a dress code,” I said, “The salary so ridiculously low that it’s barely worth the gas money to come in. If I have to buy khakis or something, it’s actually a money-losing proposition.”

“Well… you wouldn’t come to work in something skimpy or ratty, would you?”

“No. But you know, Mom, I think a job has to offer me health insurance to make me dress like an adult.”

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And Whatever It Is Farmers Raise

My friend Lynn works in a flower shop. She called about a week ago to tell me she was on her way over with a present, a little potted lavender, because when I said I always kill my plants, she took it as a challenge. Lavender, she promised, require occasional watering and they like to be completely bone dry before watering. I’d do fine, she promised.

My aura of plant death is extra embarrassing because the women in my family who aren’t me all have green thumbs. I didn’t get the Mackay green thumb, I got the lesser-known Doom Thumb. I think it’s recessive. It’s not that I don’t like flowers, it’s just that I can’t keep up with all the required maintenance. All that remembering to water. And not letting them freeze to death.

Sometimes people ask when Stick and I plan to have children, and I remind them that I can’t be responsible for a geranium.

But now I have this pretty potted lavender, and I haven’t killed it yet. It smells nice, and it has pretty purple flowers, and if we have one thing that needs care and attention, why not have two? This is the sort of logic probably employed by crazy cat ladies.

So Stick and I picked up a couple other herbs, because I dare you to walk past the smells of mint and basil and not want them. We thought we’d take them out of their sad little supermarket pots and put them in bigger ones. Since we were getting so garden-y, we decided to give a couple of seed packets a try, too. We set up a little balcony garden, with pots of dirt where we hope to soon have plants.

Today we had the first yellow-green tips of our tiny sprouting scallions!

Or carrots. I’m not entirely sure which is which, we mixed up the pots. I’m not very good at gardening.

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Visiting Strangetown: Sims 2 on the DS

You’re on your way from someplace much cooler to someplace much cooler when your car breaks down in Strangetown, and the Sims 2 game begins. A local yokel says he can fix that, but while you’re waiting (it goes without saying that the required part’s on backorder in Strangetown), you take over as manager of a creepy, rundown hotel, in this little town of odd events.

Almost everyone who’s played the Sims knows that the ghosts, alien abductions and general parmanormal silliness are the best part of the Sims, so the makers of Sims 2 for the DS toned down the time spent watching your Sim sleep or cook dinner, and increased the zany encounters.

You play as one Sim, not a household, and the story is much more linear than the PC versions.  It’s also no longer a sandbox game. Players have limited control over hotel guests, but important penthouse guests arrive, check in, and send players on unavoidable missions. I happened to like the penthouse missions, especially goth cultist Ava Cadarva, but it wasn’t the almost-unlimited sandbox play style we knew and loved in other Sims games.

The NPCs are hilarious, and as you play, you discover more about them, especially the friendly builder who moonlights as local superhero, the Ratticator. (No, I’m not telling who) The Strangetown shopkeeper resembles the alien boy from the PC Sims, grown up and collecting parts for his spaceship.

There’s a lot of room for interaction with the NPCs. A player will often find an NPC needs to be cheered up, calmed down or even restrained if they’re going a bit loopy. You can also impress or romance characters. To do this — and this makes the game — you must select the right action from a choice of three posibilities by watching the other Sim’s body language and choosing what they need. You kiss a Sim who offers you his cheek, console a crying Sim, use your calm hands when a Sim waves his angrily. This part is so well done! Although there were more possible interactions in the PC version, I thought the DS was more interactive and more fun.

As you build more in the hotel, more options are available to you. There’s an art gallery where you can draw pictures with the stylus and sell them for Simoleons, a stage to mix music, and a casino for gambling. There are also random events, like in the PC Sims, but instead of a Sim child bringing a friend home from school or the fridge breaking, Strangetown is attacked by aliens or mobsters.

Unfortunately, the interface is awful. It completely fails to take advantage of the stylus for navigation. Players use the buttons to move, and when you either step on or bang into an activatable object, then you use the stylus on the touchscreen to select the interaction. So, clumsy keypad for navigation, and then stylus-only for one-touch actions, that should be a key shortcut. It’s almost like the interface is designed as a joke, or a twisted test of just how good the Sims franchise is. How awkward would Sims have to be before I stopped playing it?

Also, the game is one long clipping error. Sims stick their arms through each other and walk through furniture, and it’s impossible to navigate without bits of the scenery covering the screen or getting odd peeks into nearby rooms. The graphics are patchy. Columns reflect off the tiled floor in the Modern Guest Bedroom, but when my Sim takes a shower, her heel and ponytail clip through the curtain. Choppy graphics on a tiny screen and mashing the thumb button to move… that is exactly why I’m not usually a fan of handheld game systems.

Overall, Sims 2 is an addictive game, with a very unfriendly interface. There’s some room for improvement with the graphics as well, but given a choice between disappointing graphics and a great story, or gorgeous graphics and a lame story, I’ll pick the first one every time. And the Strangetown world and storyline need no improvement.

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