On Tuesday, Lyanne and I went to Costco to exchange some dress pants. I am in dire needs of new dress pants, so we bought some from Costco couple of weeks back. I insisted on getting a size, but it ended up that the pants were too big for me. Therefore, we went to the Santa Clarita Costco to return them and buy ones with smaller waist size.
When we were leaving Costco, we were pondering what we wanted for dinner. Although Costco food court is so dirt cheap, I just did not feel up to the pizza and chicken bake that evening. We decided to drive over to the corner of Sierra Highway and Via Princessa to see what we can find.
We found this sushi restaurant called "Sushi California." It had the logo of Cho-Cho-San and Kisho Sushi. Our experience at Kisho were mixed, sometimes good and lately bad. But we decided, what the hell, let's give it a try.
We walked in, and they told us to grab a seat wherever. We sat, and ordered a total of FOUR rolls plus a Dynamite appetizer. I figured that it was more than enough food for the two of us, and there certainly should be enough to bring lunch the next day.
The sushi got there, and they were small as hell. I would have been okay with that, as long as the food is good. Of course, you guessed it, the food was not good. Not only was it not good, they were actually HORRIBLE. We ordered the Calamari Tempura Crunch roll. The calamari tasted more just like Panko tempura batter. I did not taste any calamari, but Lyanne said that it tasted like rubber.
Then, it was the PINK LADY roll...not my pick, Lyanne picked it. I swear! Anyway, the sushi was supposed to be wrapped in soy paper (pink, of course). Interesting idea, but the sushi was soggy as shit. You pick it up with your chopsticks, and the roll just fall apart. The spicy scallop within that roll was sooo bland. I mean, I know the demographic of Santa Clarita is pretty white, but still, when you order something spicy, maybe a little hint of spice. Don't get me wrong. I don't tolerate food that is very spicy. Only Mike and Lyanne would enjoy getting your tongue getting burned at some Hunan chinese restaurants with plenty of nats.
Anyway, not good. We also ordered the cucumber roll. Oh man, same thing, you pick up the cucumber, it's soggy. Yes, how the hell did they make the cucumber soggy, and it falls apart as soon as your chopsticks pick it up.
And, the Dynamite appetizer. Oh, lord! I don't know what that is, but it's not dynamite. In that plate, there's a bunch of soggy rice, scallop with mayo on it. Yes, you guessed it. Not spicy! Then, there's also some masago on it, with some mushrooms....with avocado? When did dynamite ever get avocado? Anyway, there were not mixed together. They served it Detective Monk style. Weird!
Ok, as if the food is not bad enough. The service was horrible. Those two Asian waitresses gave plenty of attention to the white people in the house. When it came time to serve us food, they dropped it off and ran. We had to ask for refills of tea all the damn time, and we had to ask for everything. The two tables surrounding us were seated by white people. And the waitresses were very attentive. Asked them if they want anything else, and when they put the sushi rolls down on the table, they took the time to tell the patrons what rolls are on that plate. What the hell? I don't want any special service. I just want service like anyone else in that restaurant.
I am ashamed (well, not ashamed) to only put 10% tip, but I thought 10% was too much for those bastards! But still, I had Lyanne grabbed her purse and everything before I sign the receipt, and we bolted out the door. I do not like leaving poor tips, as much as I think they deserve it.
So, folks, don't go to this restaurant.
Their website is www.sushica.com
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Damn Mitch Kupchak
Just because he lucked out, and yes, i said it, lucked out on the Gasol deal...the latest "RUMOR" is that he is trying to try Lamar Odom for the #2 draft pick. Stupid Ass.
I mean, I understand there are other components to this deal...but it's still really DUMB!
Why the hell would we do this deal? Lamar is a pretty versatile player, and he just needs to improve on his outside shot. Other than that, he provides many intangibles that the Lakers lack.
I realize that this is one of many draft days rumors floating out there right now, but still, if this deal goes down.....this deal, by itself, should be enough grounds for immediate termination as the GM of the Los Angeles Lakers
I mean, I understand there are other components to this deal...but it's still really DUMB!
- Trading: Lamar Odom & #58 pick
- Receiving: Haslem, Blount, #2 pick (Beasley)
Why the hell would we do this deal? Lamar is a pretty versatile player, and he just needs to improve on his outside shot. Other than that, he provides many intangibles that the Lakers lack.
I realize that this is one of many draft days rumors floating out there right now, but still, if this deal goes down.....this deal, by itself, should be enough grounds for immediate termination as the GM of the Los Angeles Lakers
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
My damn muts
OK. Tobi and Wiley have been living in Newhall for almost 3 years now, and we are pretty sure that they know their way home if they ever went downstairs to "play."
Well, let me tell you, Lyanne and I woke up to a scary situation last night.
As many of you know, there has been a heat wave throughout California (that is starting to subside). Last night was still quite hot in Newhall, so Lyanne left both the front balcony sliding door as well as the front door open to ventilate any cool breeze into the condo.
We were watching TV, and it was getting late. Without realizing it, both of us fell asleep in front of the TV. Before I know it, Lyanne woke up me freaking out, telling me that the dogs are gone.
I was still gloggy, and I was like "What are you talking about?" I was just petting them in my "half-sleep mode." I got up, and looked around. Sure enough, the dogs were gone. Gone! WTF! How did they get out? Why did they get out?
So, I got downstairs and started yelling their names. Now, they have gotten out before, and they generally don't venture really far. Normally, we catch them as soon as they run downstairs, and a simple "Tobi, Wiley" yell will get them to come back towards us. Worst case (before last night) has been them running to the former kids area to poop. And right after they are done with their businesses, they will run back to us.
Still semi-gloggy, I walked down and started to yell their name. In every time before last night, after I yell their name, I hear jingles. That tells me that they are nearby, and I can go find them. I keep yelling, and NOTHING. WTF. Where could they have gone? Now, it's late at night, and I am starting to fear for their safety. It's almost midnight, and that's not gone, given that there are known sightings of coyotes in our neighborhood.
I walked all the way to the beginning of the street. All along the way, I was yelling "Tobi, Wiley." I started to walk back to meet Lyanne half way to see if she had any luck. None. God dang-it, where could they have gone? Lyanne went back to get her car, so that she can drive around the neighborhood. In the mean time, one of our neighbors came home and saw us yelling. He was very nice, and helped us look for about 10 minutes. To that end, no luck. Now, I am really starting to get worried. By now, Lyanne had gotten her car ready to go out to look for them. She asked if I wanted to hop in, and I told her no. It's better to split up and look for them at the same time.
So, off she goes. I went to my car to get a flash light. I took my flashlight to trod up the hill. I was wearing that old ass slippers, and I could not get up the hill. I went back up to the condo, and went to change shoes so that I can go up the trial and try and see if I can find them. As I was leaving the condo, I decided to leave the front door open, so that they can get into the house in an event that they magically come back.
Back downstairs I go, and I went up the hill/trial. I keep yelling their names, and I hear nothing. I came back down the hill, and I was going to cruise Trumpet Drive one more time.
Up in the trials, I remember saying outloud to God and praying for their safety, and their safe return. The search, at this point, is reaching to be about an hour long so far, and it does not look good for Tobi and Wiley. My fear at this point is not so much that someone has taken them in, but the coyotes. I figure that if someone took them in, at least they are safe. We can always print up posters to try to get them back.
Then suddenly, jingle, jingle, jingle. Here they come, running towards the direction of the condo. I quickly picked them up, and did not let go of them until I got back up to the condo. I locked them up, and went to my car to go find Lyanne to come home. I drove up to Dockweiler first, figuring that she would be looking there. Luckily for me, I found her almost at the end of Dockweiler. I flagged her down, and I could tell that she has been crying, so I told her that they are home.
We returned home after that ordeal, and there are couple small reflections/lessons learned.
Well, let me tell you, Lyanne and I woke up to a scary situation last night.
As many of you know, there has been a heat wave throughout California (that is starting to subside). Last night was still quite hot in Newhall, so Lyanne left both the front balcony sliding door as well as the front door open to ventilate any cool breeze into the condo.
We were watching TV, and it was getting late. Without realizing it, both of us fell asleep in front of the TV. Before I know it, Lyanne woke up me freaking out, telling me that the dogs are gone.
I was still gloggy, and I was like "What are you talking about?" I was just petting them in my "half-sleep mode." I got up, and looked around. Sure enough, the dogs were gone. Gone! WTF! How did they get out? Why did they get out?
So, I got downstairs and started yelling their names. Now, they have gotten out before, and they generally don't venture really far. Normally, we catch them as soon as they run downstairs, and a simple "Tobi, Wiley" yell will get them to come back towards us. Worst case (before last night) has been them running to the former kids area to poop. And right after they are done with their businesses, they will run back to us.
Still semi-gloggy, I walked down and started to yell their name. In every time before last night, after I yell their name, I hear jingles. That tells me that they are nearby, and I can go find them. I keep yelling, and NOTHING. WTF. Where could they have gone? Now, it's late at night, and I am starting to fear for their safety. It's almost midnight, and that's not gone, given that there are known sightings of coyotes in our neighborhood.
I walked all the way to the beginning of the street. All along the way, I was yelling "Tobi, Wiley." I started to walk back to meet Lyanne half way to see if she had any luck. None. God dang-it, where could they have gone? Lyanne went back to get her car, so that she can drive around the neighborhood. In the mean time, one of our neighbors came home and saw us yelling. He was very nice, and helped us look for about 10 minutes. To that end, no luck. Now, I am really starting to get worried. By now, Lyanne had gotten her car ready to go out to look for them. She asked if I wanted to hop in, and I told her no. It's better to split up and look for them at the same time.
So, off she goes. I went to my car to get a flash light. I took my flashlight to trod up the hill. I was wearing that old ass slippers, and I could not get up the hill. I went back up to the condo, and went to change shoes so that I can go up the trial and try and see if I can find them. As I was leaving the condo, I decided to leave the front door open, so that they can get into the house in an event that they magically come back.
Back downstairs I go, and I went up the hill/trial. I keep yelling their names, and I hear nothing. I came back down the hill, and I was going to cruise Trumpet Drive one more time.
Up in the trials, I remember saying outloud to God and praying for their safety, and their safe return. The search, at this point, is reaching to be about an hour long so far, and it does not look good for Tobi and Wiley. My fear at this point is not so much that someone has taken them in, but the coyotes. I figure that if someone took them in, at least they are safe. We can always print up posters to try to get them back.
Then suddenly, jingle, jingle, jingle. Here they come, running towards the direction of the condo. I quickly picked them up, and did not let go of them until I got back up to the condo. I locked them up, and went to my car to go find Lyanne to come home. I drove up to Dockweiler first, figuring that she would be looking there. Luckily for me, I found her almost at the end of Dockweiler. I flagged her down, and I could tell that she has been crying, so I told her that they are home.
We returned home after that ordeal, and there are couple small reflections/lessons learned.
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