I travel to
lot. I stay downtown and I work downtown
and I never get a taxi, I always walk to and from the office and I like to
think I know the area pretty well.
However, the last time I stayed there I took quite a curve ball. I was looking for a place to eat (surprise,
surprise) and I noticed on the map there was an area called “The
“Wow,” I thought, “What better place to look for a
steak-house than a Tenderloin district!”
oops. The Tenderloin district is
NOT an American equivalent to “Little Italy” or “
No sir. It’s more of a collection
of adult bookstores, drug paraphernalia, massage parlors, etc. I couldn’t walk back out of there fast
was an interesting year for me, travel-wise.
Every time I think I might have seen, eaten, or done it all, I’m
surprised with another event that keeps me on my toes! Here is a collection of some of the craziest
stuff that happened to me in 2007. I
could go on and on with stories from past years, but I’d need another website…
readers will recognize some of these stories from past blogs. If you want more details, you can find them
in those articles. Feel free to dig them
-Ricotta vs. Fetta, vs. Cottage Cheese
a Marriott hotel and ordering from their Chef-run full service restaurant
should be a “good” thing, right?
The menu offered “Crepes with Sweet Ricotta Cheese and Strawberry
Sauce.” Who wouldn’t enjoy pancakes
and ricotta cheese with berries, am I right?
Well, the “chef” used Fetta cheese instead. Looking in the kitchen (yes, I walked back
there) both cheeses were in a similar white plastic tub (gross) so I can see
where he made his mistake. When I asked
him about the Ricotta cheese, he said to me (in Spanish, which I do not speak),
“Si Senor, El Cottage Cheese esta en el Buffet.” I didn’t want Cottage Cheese, I wanted….
it. The whole experience taught me that
there are no legitimate chefs in the vast majority of hotel restaurants (I had
four “Dessert Chefs” prepare me some FROZEN cheesecake at a Hilton
once), and the best food you can find is likely somewhere else; OH, and that
crepes with fetta cheese tastes like a bad Caesar salad wrapped in a
-Literally, a Flight Attendant from
ever had a flight attendant who offered to tell you your future? Or one who professed to studying the occult
and who offered to read everyone’s palm?
I have! She was certifiable, I
swear to you… When I declined to become involved, she actually started weeping
and crying and was upset that I wasn’t having a “good time.” My idea of a good time is not sitting on a
flight for a business trip, having a 55 year old flight attendant on her knees
next to my seat, rubbing her hands back and forth across my arm and asking me
if I was ready for my “Palm Session.”
Where’s my wife when I need her?