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It’s a shame I’ve not been to Bite of Seattle all these years I reside in Seattle. This past Friday, I was told a lunch plan that involved drinking, eating, and iMax movie afterward. It was the ultimate Friday lunch plan that I had to tag alone.

First stop was the Whisky Bar. I had water as I was still recovering from yesterday’s quarterly meeting. We left after a pool game and couple shots of whisky.

On the way, Matt was telling us about alligator on a stick. We found New Orleans Cookery booth was selling alligator on a stick. For $7, we were handed a stick of chicken nugget-looking fried-to-perfection alligator. The portion was good for the money we paid. And boy, it was tasty!!!

I’ve never had alligator before. I was pleasantly surprised how much it tasted like Taiwanese style chicken nuggets (鹹酥雞）. It’s juicy, spicy, and simply delicious. I couldn’t shut up about how good it was.

Too bad New Orleans Cookery is not in my neighborhood. Or I’d be showing up to have that tasty alligator anytime I want. I had a bite of Crab Cake Narisa got also from the Cookery. It was pretty tasty too.

Last night ktula suggested Garlic Jim’s Famous Gourmet Pizza for dinner. Where I had the most terrible food in a very long time.

To be fair, I’m not a pizza fan. If I have to, I like my pizza thin crust. ktula mistakenly ordered the thick crust pizza. In addition to that, we ordered a 10-piece garlic wings. The wings looked like they were swimming in oil before sending to our table. Despite my cluttered up blood vessels, the taste was acceptable.

Moments later, the pizza was served. We ordered a garlic chicken pizza. However I couldn’t see traces or identify objects resemblance of chicken on the pizza. The crust was soggy from god knows what. A thick layer of what appeared to be cheese smothered on top. The only reason I guessed it was based on the substance’s unnatural yellow color. The smell of gourmet cooking was completely absent. This steamy pile of sadness made me wish I were having McDonald’s chicken nuggets or KFC’s fried chickens. They are bad for me but at least taste good.

No reason to describe the pizza’s taste as it was as bad as it looked. I chose to stick with grease dripping wings.

Most of my friends know I’m a bit of a picky eater. Now that I’m over the age to be able to binge like a garbage can, my philosophy at eating has become to eat only things I like and nothing else. People gave me craps about not eating this and that. But when I gave in like last night’s dinner. I broke my rules of thumb and now feeling gross and bloated even more than 12 hours later. I work hard to keep myself healthy. I regretted last night I didn’t stand firmly on my grounds.

It’s so sad to watch videos taken by ktula during our 2nd soccer game of this season. I suck!!

Record-breaking day in my short cycling history. Today we started from Seattle, Gas Work Park near Fremont to be exact. We started after a late lunch, I didn’t think we’d have enough time to reach Woodinville then with remaining strength still make it back before the day turned dark. But once we started, I was determined to make it all the way.

Getting there was fairly easy, today was no exception. Thinking I will probably stop for breaks in the returning journey, I asked to get a head start. Paddling and breathing took more efforts, the gear was adjusted so I can conserve energy. I was making progress surly and steadily. I didn’t make any stop to rest except one time I stop to wait for ktula. After a while I got tired of waiting so I hopped back on the road.

I got pretty hungry when I reached UW. Likely Ivar’s Salmon House was just off the trail. Fish and Chips were the kind of hearty grub I was looking for. Docked my bike at the rack, I joined group of hungry people in the chaotic scene of ordering and picking up food at the fish bar.

As I was enjoying my satisfying meal, I saw a mini van pulled into the parking lot, trying to squeeze into the space in front of the bicycle rack. Two people came out of the van to guide the van getting as close to our bikes as possible. Pardon my French, what were these fuckers thinking? By parking there, the van was blocking the bikes from getting out and other cyclists to use the rack.

That was clearly not a parking space for cars, still the mini van tenaciously inched its way in. I threw down a half-eaten fish piece to rescue my bike. I stopped the van before it physically about to touch my bike. I told them I’m moving my bike before they blocked me in. I didn’t hide my disapproval of what they were doing. I told them this is not a parking space.

The woman came out of the van agreed but sounded like there’s nothing she can do about it. I checked out the driver, an older man was behind the wheel. Probably stressed out from having to drive the family around unfamiliar city. Still, that was no excuse to be disregard of others. If you ever see this Oregon plate green van on the street, don’t forget to wave at it with your middle finger.

On a brighter note, my returning time was about the same as getting there. At first I thought I came back in a much shorter time. Turned out it was just a human error.

I’m bored.
Everyday is the same-old-thing.
Automatic…Repetitive…Predictable everything.

Is this just the weather talking? I hope.

(photo taken by Photo Booth)