Archive | April, 2007

SFist.com Name-Checks My Friend

26 Apr

My friend Tiffany just got name-checked on SFist.com. Nice. And no, she’s not actually Matt Smith. But the art show review she wrote for SF Weekly is super funny.

P.S. This post officially commences the gradual transition of this blog from my vacation blog to my regular blog. It’ll be fun, I swear.

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But can they do a Mona Lisa?

13 Apr

Latte art, from slashfood.

Today’s Vocabulary: Sunday 8 April 2007

8 Apr


Regent’s Park

Originally uploaded by commamommas.

meat and veg: one of the British terms Liz often uses
top drawer: great, top notch, Neumann’s favorite British expression
great tits: a bird–and when I say “bird,” I don’t mean in the British sense of “a woman,” I mean in the flying feathered critter sense

Since I ate all the Hot Cross Buns I bought at the Borough Market (they would have gone stale anyway), Liz and I bought more at the farmers market near Notting Hill Gate on Saturday. It’s a cute farmers’ market: two cheese vendors, two bread vendors, yummy fresh apple juice blends (Liz bought the apple and beetroot, which was delicious and a bright pink color), meat, etc. We picked up some pork tenderloin, kale, and parsnips for Easter dinner (Liz wanted a “meat and two veg” meal).

To digress briefly, I don’t see where London gets a bad rap for food. There are plenty of places that serve healthy food on the streets and in the airports. Liz buys mostly organic stuff, which is fairly easy the farmers markets everywhere. That should serve as a reminder to me that I need to go to the Noe Valley Farmers Market more often.

Easter morning–er, midday–we took the Tube to Regent’s Park, which was “absolutely…top drawer,” as Neumann would say. We walked around the park for a while, and checked out St. John’s Wood (which felt like a really traditional English garden), and all the people who were out doing exactly what we were doing: enjoying the sunny day.

The streams there have so many ducks, swans, and other birds, including according to one sign, Great Tits. I’m not sure who did the Beavis and Butthead laugh at that point, but I’m sure someone did, or at least thought it.

We walked back through Marylebone, got some falafel, stopped briefly at a small museum there (the Wallace Museum?) for the last fifteen minutes it was open, then walked back through Hyde Park. Liz made pork tenderloin with prosciutto in dough, kale, and roasted parsnips. Then for dessert, we cracked open the Easter egg from Michel Chaudun chocolatiers in Paris and ate Liz’s strawberry rhubarb crumble. Two good bottles of wine (with screw caps–the Brits don’t have issues with that, they’re so darn practical). It was the best Easter ever (in London).

Today’s vocabulary: Saturday 7 April 2007

7 Apr



Portobello Market

Originally uploaded by commamommas.

Cambridge Relays: annual boat race between Cambridge and Oxford, an excuse to drink outside on a spring day
WWII: a great opportunity for Germans and Americans (and presumably, British, Russians, Italians, etc.) to come together in the mutual goal of mocking the French military

Neumann and I walked down Portobello to check out the Portobello Market, made famous in Notting Hill as the market Hugh Grant walks through as the seasons are changing. They had some amazing teacups, made in England, for very, very reasonable prices. Other than that, it was a madhouse.

In fact, everything was a madhouse that day, including the Thames near the Hammersmith Tube stop, which is where I went to meet up with Neumann and Liz to catch the Cambridge Relays. We went to a place called the Dove, and met a guy who looked a bit like James Mason in Lolita and told Neumann he was Dutch. His friend then said that he was just taking the piss, because he was actually German and the Germans hate the Dutch. To which Neumann wondered, who is he taking the piss out of, since Americans aren’t going to get that joke?




Cambridge Relays

Originally uploaded by commamommas.

We met more Germans and after proving that the Americans are superior militarily to them (“By my count, we’re 6 to 1,” Neumann said. I followed up by asking when was the last time Germany won a war. We realized it was two wars in the 1800s against the French, which we then decided don’t count.), we focused on WWII. Gonst (there should be an umlaut over the o), who actually went to Cambridge and was wearing a Harris tweed jacket, offered us some Doublemint gum and told us, “That’s what the GIs gave us.”

WWII is funny.

Today’s vocabulary: Friday 6 April 2007

6 Apr



Cheese Vendor, Borough Market

Originally uploaded by commamommas.

Take the piss: to tease
With all the bits: with everything

One benefit to visiting your temporarily expat friends almost a year into their time abroad is that you benefit from all the visitors who have come before you. Liz recommended a walk near the Tower of London, across Tower Bridge, and up to the Tate Modern, which was the main museum I wanted to visit to help me complete my international hat trick of modern art museums: SFMoMA, Centre Pompidou, and the Tate Modern.

Before I headed out, I stopped at the Orange store to see if I could top off my SIM card, but I had to buy a new one. Still, the SIM card was free, and I just put 10 pounds on it. Not bad.

Today’s a bank holiday, plus, it appears that a bunch of European countries have holy week off, so everything was packed with tourists like me.

I walked along the Thames, decided that cities with rivers running through them are much cooler than cities without rivers running through them, took a photo of City Hall (which, according to my guide book, a London mayor refers to it as “the testicle”), and wandered down to Borough Market for lunch.

Tucked away under what feel almost like overpasses, the Borough Market is your typical farmers market, but with cheese from all over Europe, fresh-baked bread and pastries, fish and meats, and even, presumably for Easter, freshly killed rabbits that you can de-fur yourself at home. I bought Boeren Stelutelleidsekaas (a cumin-flavored Dutch farmhouse cheese made with skim milk) from Boerenkass and a Northern Italian cheese made from sheep’s and goat’s milk from some guy who didn’t ID his business at his stall.

At the unidentified stall, I pointed to one cheese with a really pretty rind, and the guy said, “That? That’s poisonous. I just have that to take the piss out of guys when they want to try stronger and stronger cheeses.”




Sausage sandwich

Originally uploaded by commamommas.

For lunch, I decided to continue my pattern of ordering something I’ve never had before. The woman in line before me asked about the wild boar sausage. “Is it like pork?” “It is, but it’s quite gamey,” the woman said. I’ve realized gamey isn’t a negative here. I ordered one, too. “Would you like all the bits?” she asked–all the bits being a slathering of cranberry sauce, a bed of rocket, and cooked onions on top. Delicious.

Off to the Bramah’s Tea and Cofee Museum, which is well worth the 3 pounds when you factor in the big souvenir book they give you (and the opportunity to see the biggest teapot in the world), then to the Tate Modern, where you can get free tickets to go down a slide from the second, third, fourth, or fifth floors. They were booked up when I was there, but it looked like fun.

Today’s vocabulary: Thursday 5 April 2007

5 Apr



Buckingham Palace

Originally uploaded by commamommas.

Baggage reclaim: baggage claim
sorry: excuse me, pardon
sorry: I’m sorry, I’d like to get by, I’m British, etc.
Gof: “Goth” from someone with a thick accent

George Bernard Shaw was right, the Americans and British are two cultures divided by a common language. Coming through Luton, I realized that it’s easy to get confused when you think of British and American English as the same language. You let down your guard a bit because you think it will be easy. But then you realize that the reason it feels like you’re walking right through a crowd is because you are. British people walk to the left on sidewalks, in queues, etc. Even the escaltors are switched around (the one arriving is on the right, the one departing is on the left).

On the train, I eavesdropped on a group of four people talking about one guy’s daughter’s fascination with My Chemical Romance, her recent adoption of “gof” clothing, and, of course, football (soccer). It’s nice to be able to understand people again.

Wednesday night, my friends Brian and Liz took me to the Chiswick Arms (Chesterfield Arms? Something arms), a very traditional British pub in Notting Hill with a very traditional Thai restaurant in the back. There are more cultural juxtapositions like that here than I might have thought. But the Brits are so easygoing, I suppose it makes sense.

Liz got the No. 16 there, which confused me because it’s the No. 17 at King of Thai. The other thing I liked about the place is that all the dishes were numbered, but they weren’t listed in anything resembling numerical order.




Carter and her scooter

Originally uploaded by commamommas.

Today, Prentice’s friend Carter met me for lunch, then took me on a scooter ride around the city. It was perfect. A gorgeous, sunny day (the weather’s been AMAZING here), and a great way to see sights that I want to see, but don’t really want to spend a lot of time seeing.

We went to Hyde Park and saw the Diana memorial, a cool installation with water flowing like a river through it. People were wading in the stream, which varies in width as it moves along and has what looks like plastic perforated plates at various points to give the flowing water different sounds.

From there, past Harrod’s, Buckingham Palace, to Big Ben and Parliament (Carter said that Big Ben is actually the name of the bell inside the tower, not the clock), past 10 Downing St. (the prime minister’s residence, made famous in “Love, Actually” starring Hugh Grant), past MI-5 (home to real-life James Bonds), past the Battersea Power Plant (where a Pink Floyd cover was shot), and back home to Notting Hill. It was great, and helped me get the lay of London.

At a red light, one Brit on a motorcycle commented to us that he was impressed to see two girls on a scooter, compared MPG (or whatever the metric equivalent is), and offered Carter some friendly advice on helmets. Those Brits. They’re nice.

Tonight we’re going to a place called Trailer Happiness on Portobello for Brian’s birthday dinner.

Notre Dame

4 Apr



Notre Dame

Originally uploaded by commamommas.

On my last morning in Paris, I dashed over to Notre Dame to go up to the transept and see the gargoyles. I love gargoyles, and a few of the ones I have are modeled after the ones at Notre Dame (don’t ask me which ones, I’ll have to compare my photos to them once I get back).

One of the midwesterners behind me in line said that they weren’t actually gargoyles, they were chimera. I don’t know the difference, but now I’m semi-inspired to figure it out.

I didn’t have a lot of time there, but I’m so glad I went. That was one thing I really, really wanted to do and it was just the perfect time to fit it in.

Once again, it was an experience that tied in nicely with the book I was reading, The Hunchback of Notre Dame, and since the sky was so clear, the view was just amazing. And shorter lines than the Eiffel Tower.