Busy
11/15/00
Cranking, cranking, cranking away at work.
You’d think by now that I’d have known better. There is a constant sense of surrealty to my life and the more observant I become of my surroundings, and more culturally aware I am, the more the ludicrous nature of the world around me reveals itself to me.
While walking to lunch today, we walked past Union Square amidst children looking as men in huge cranes laced lights through a Christmas tree. Past them, on the other side of the street, I noticed a tremendously bold Japanese Flag waving over one of the buildings. An embassy one would assume. Extremely dignified one would assume. I look beneath the flag to see a sign for a Victoria Secret Store.
Suddenly I’m overwhelmed with images of Hentai Happosai (from Ranma 1/2) running around the embassy screaming out “PANTY PANTY PANTY PANTY!”. Ok. Perhaps it’s just me.
I have Pizza blues. I’m so envious of Jeff who recently returned from Chicago and had stuffed pizza. Twice. Bastard.
Today me and co-workers wound up at CPK for lunch. Now California Cuisine and Pizza are not two words that should be in the same sentence. I hate CPK. They bastardize pizza. They don’;t make pizza. I ordered their tequila chicken pasta which was quite good but I refuse to eat their “pizza”.
Pizza should be on a thick crust, preferably stuffed, with an overwhelmingly oregano flavored tomato sauce, real meat from real cows and pigs, real cheese from real cows and not goats or tofu, and lots of mushrooms, garlic, and preferrably a little red or grilled onions. The test of true pizza is this. YOU SHOULD NOT BE ABLE TO FOLD IT. CPK makes interesting dishes with kung pao ingrediants on a cracker, but it aint’ pizza. Sheesh, even boboli is more like the real deal to me.
Obviously I have midwest/east coast biases when it comes to pizza.
I miss real pizza. *sigh*
Kind of LIke Mahir - I Kiss You!
Peace Out,
Min Jung
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