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Kickstart the Eastern Addition!

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , on October 3, 2012 by aznheartthrob

The masterminds behind Poleng Lounge, The Summit SF, SOM, and the WoW Truck bring you a pop-up series that will feature unheralded chefs cooking some amazing Asian dishes in the Western Addition at Vinyl Cafe. That was a long-winded way to just say check out the Eastern Addition, if only for the witty name (get it? Eastern tastes in the Western Addition?).

Kickstart the campaign here: http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/easternaddition/the-eastern-addition

Mondega + Bambu = Music for the People

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , on April 23, 2011 by aznheartthrob

Peep the new Mondega & Bambu video: “Music for the People”. And cop the new album titled “Food, Clothing and Love” set for release on April 28th. Don’t forget to listen to the lyrics or else you’re missing the whole point of hip hop.

Nari, Will You Be My 아내, 여자 ?

Posted in Awesomeness with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on February 22, 2010 by aznheartthrob

I know you’re married (to this guy), but I thought I’d ask anyway. Just in case. Even though you are apparently much in love with your boy, judging by this love song video you made and put on YouTube:

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9021Pho in Beverly Hills

Posted in Bitch please! with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on December 4, 2009 by aznheartthrob

judging by the menu, they might need more "tuong den" on that table. actually, a LOT more.

I’m not entirely against Vietnamese pho restaurants using puns in their names (Pho King in East Oakland comes to mind). And I’m not  against Vietnamese spots that don’t use accents in their menus; they confuse English-reading folks and are superfluous to folks who can read Viet, given some context of course (see 9021Pho menu). But you damn well better serve some good pho! Not that fusion crap (usually fused with more water and less MSG fish sauce). Cause this is the one dish that Americans don’t like when its watered down and prepared in a French-style bowl (ie. small portion in a giant white dish). So I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt 9021Pho in Beverly Hills, California. But judging by the Thrillist review, I have DOUBTS. EXTREME DOUBTS:

From the former chef of Michela comes this nook-like, modern casual soupery dedicated almost entirely to brothy Vietnamese deliciousness, with variations including Pho Ca (sliced tuna, onion, bean sprout, basil, and chili w/ chicken stock) and Spicy and Sour (shrimp, sole, straw mushroom, pineapple, baby corn and noodles in lemongrass, chili and tamarind broth); there’re also a few traditional entrees, like prawns wok-tossed with cilantro, garlic, and sherry vinaigrette over sliced tomatoes, and a peppercorn sauced filet mignon that’s cubed — so bring your TI-86.

Thanks RyRy.

Friday Fuckery: David Chang Drunkstedness

Posted in Friday Fuckery with tags , , , , on November 6, 2009 by Cbruhs

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Since chef David Chang has received much flak recently (including from this blog) from his “Fig-gate” controversy, I’m linking to this just for the hell of it. And because of the the lovely K-Town fried chicken footage. And plenty of delightful slurring on the part of Chang.

Although Chang has a reputation for being a douche, I have to give him respect for his taste in food and some choice one liners:

Sue Chan: Woo! This is spicy.

David Chang: Are you Asian?!

Off camera: What’s the preparation for the pork?

Chang: The preparation for the pork is a couple teaspoons of salt, and some black pepper, and a couple hours of don’t fuckin worry about it.”

But one thing really bugs me: what happened to Sue Chan’s pants?

David Chang/Anthony Bourdain vs. The Bay

Posted in Bitch please! with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on November 5, 2009 by aznheartthrob

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I’m a little late to this, but I’ll post it anyway. This comes from a post by foodandwine.com about Anthony Bourdain and David Chang of Momofuku. All you really need to know are the two following quotes:

David Chang on San Francisco restaurants: “There’s only a handful of restaurants that are manipulating food,” and “every restaurant in San Francisco is serving figs on a plate with nothing on it”

Anthony Bourdain referring to Alice Waters (of Chez Panisse) as “Pol Pot in a muumuu” and saying “Alice Waters annoys the living shit out of me. We’re all in the middle of a recession, like we’re all going to start buying expensive organic food and running to the green market. There’s something very Khmer Rouge about Alice Waters that has become unrealistic … I’m suspicious of orthodoxy, the kind of orthodoxy when it comes to what you put in your mouth.”

All I gotta say is I respect all the above chefs, and love the food at Chez Panisse, all the Momofukus, and even Les Halles (to a certain degree). But damn, hating on an entire city’s cuisine? WTF? I knew you were a DOUCHE Chang, but you really are a bigtime douche. You, with your backpack running out of Momofuku Milk Bar that one time I was eating your delicious cookies and needed to shit so bad cause it was so rich with yummyness. I shoulda stepped up to you for what you said about SF, except I was busy desecrating your bathroom (as well as my other two friends messing up the Ssam Bar bathroom, don’t worry, I won’t out you, *cough* cheezu *cough* JiP).

And to Bourdain. You can do no wrong after you said you were gonna move your family to Da Nang, the most gangsta of all of Viet Nam (IMHO), so I’ll give you a free pass for hating on Berkeley cuisine. Just this one time.

Friday Fuckering Delicious

Posted in Awesomeness, Friday Fuckery with tags , , , , , on October 2, 2009 by Cbruhs

Since one of my old BCB posts was on the subject of Ripe Fresh Fucking Pineapples, this tumblr site fucking delicious is right up my alley. It’s not hard to see why, as it features the holy trinity of stuffs dear to my heart: Food, fat animals, and cussing. Behold!

Hey, sexy lady. Want some bamboo? It’s really fucking fresh! (via pandawatch)

Hey, sexy lady. Want some bamboo? It’s really fucking fresh!

Boom! The fucking flavor is exploding in my beak! (via goinonbro)

Boom! The fucking flavor is exploding in my beak!

Or this one, which is exactly what runs through my head every single time I eat anything:

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. What am I going to do when all this fucking delicious food is gone? For fuck’s sake don’t think about it. Just keep nibbling and nibbling and nibbling and nibbling. (via subaudition)

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.

What am I going to do when all this fucking delicious food is gone?

For fuck’s sake don’t think about it. Just keep nibbling and nibbling and nibbling and nibbling.

In my humble opinion, whoever started this site should be rich, and this person is probably my soulmate.

Someone wanna capture the inner thoughts of this ravenous woodland creature (watch your fingers!)?:

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Thanks Meg!

Friday Fuckery: Jumbo Ripe Freshness

Posted in Awesomeness, Friday Fuckery with tags , , , on March 27, 2009 by Cbruhs

Ah, fruit. Nature’s candy. Asian folx’s dessert.

Orange slices after dinner? Sure!

Hunk of watermelon? Yes please, and don’t judge me cuz I’ll eat that shizz down to the rind.

And how do I like my pineapple? Ripe and Fresh. How fresh?

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Mad MoFoing Fresh. And on sale. Bring it.

Colonialism is Tasty

Posted in Bitch please!, please!, Uncategorized, white ppl booshit with tags , , , , , , , on March 15, 2009 by aznheartthrob

I like food. A lot. So I’ll eat anything. And when I say anything, I mean it. Rocky Mountain Oysters, cobra, whatevers. But the one condition I have is I refuse to eat at French Colonial Vietnamese restaurants. Weird, right? You probably think there aren’t many. There really isn’t, I could only think of a handful. Le Colonial in San Francisco being one:

If you like white girls and you like AzN culture, shouldn't this be a fetish? How come when the My Trang girl wears an AzN dress, it always comes off as extremely awkward?!

If you like white girls and you like AzN culture, shouldn't this be a fetish? How come when the My Trang girl wears an AzN dress, it always comes off as extremely awkward?!

I know I know. Other than forcing my moms to learn French in school, little of French colonialism is still affecting me today. But its the PRINCIPLE! When my family visited Viet Nam, we stayed at the Continental Hotel. Why? Cause when my dad was a kid, he would ride his bike by the hotel in District 1 Sai Gon (if you call it Ho Chi Minh City, I will murder you in your sleep) and see all the rich My Trangs lounging outside in white suits and straw hats and dreamed of having enough money to do the same.

The ground floor facing the street used to have a streetside, Paris-style cafe where THE MAN would chill and watch us yellow monkeys running around clickin' and yappin'.

The ground floor facing the street used to have a streetside, Paris-style cafe where THE MAN would chill and watch us yellow monkeys running around clickin' and yappin'.

So I don’t get why Viets would open up restaurants to honor that time in our history. Seriously, read this blurb I got from the Le Colonial website:

Le Colonial, just minutes away from popular Union Square in San Francisco’s downtown district, evokes the ambiance of French colonial Vietnam in a lush, romantic setting. The inner courtyard, which once housed legendary Trader Vic’s, has been transformed into an oasis featuring mosaic-like tile flooring, a vaulted, pressed-tin ceiling, tropical plants and plush rattan furniture, all accented by the glow of candlelight. Diners enjoy a menu designed to showcase authentic Vietnamese dishes with a touch of French influence.


Its like opening up an African food place with a teak decor, animal carcasses on the walls, and Black waiters dressed all in white (with white matching gloves). Colonialism is just archaic and awkward. I do think its ironic for a Vietnamese American to go to a French/Vietnamese colonial themed restaurant in the US, but paying $80 a person for rice served in grape leaves inside of bamboo bowls is too much to pay for peeping the irony…

Asian Food Saved My Life.

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on December 19, 2008 by aznheartthrob

A lot of people always ask what’s your “Desert Island” meal? I don’t think that’s a true indicator of your tastes, cause I can’t have a Peter Luger steak and my friend’s mom’s hot pot everyday. I think what your body won’t reject is what your real meal is. I’m talking about that moment when you’re sick as hell, back and forth from the bathroom and all your favorite foods make you want to throw up. (which is right now for me, that’s why I’m writing this).  McDonalds fries? yak, comes right back at you. Roscoe’s Chicken and Waffles, you can’t even imagine the smell of maple syrup and fried food… California burrito and carne asada fries? No way, Jose. 

 

What you crave (and your body will only accept) is what you need. I’d like to know from you guys what your favorites are (leave a note in the comments section). As for me, its Pho (cliched, I know, but its genetic, I’m sure). But not just any Pho, it has to be Pho Tai Bo Vien (rare beef and beef balls):

 

Pho Tai Bo Vien. Tastes better in Viet Nam where the broth base has been simmering in bone marrow since before the Fall of Saigon.

Pho Tai Bo Vien. Tastes better in Viet Nam where the broth base has been simmering in bone marrow since before the Fall of Saigon.

 

Some other favorites that I need. When I’m sick as a dog, its gotta be Chao (or Congee Jook for my Chinese imperialist buddies). Its gotta be chicken or just lime and nothing else. When I’m well, and maybe hungover or tipsy, its gotta have intestines and hearts and (what the) blood clots and everything. Forreal, forreal.

 

Chao Ga (chicken). And its gotta be from my moms. In my own kitchen. And I gotta be in my PJs.

Chao Ga (chicken). And its gotta be from my moms. In my own kitchen. And I gotta be in my PJs.

 

And lastly, the ONLY other thing I can eat is Ruoc and Gio (shredded pork jerky and steamed pork sausage) and rice.

 

Ruoc on the left and Gio (or Cha Lua) on the right.

Ruoc on the left and Gio (or Cha Lua) on the right.

 

It wasn’t always this way. I use to be the kid who had my parents get me McDonalds Happy Meals before we walked into Pho restaurants. In hind sight, its hella embarrassing to know that I did that and I sure as hell wouldn’t let my future Americanized kids do that… And I used to bring ruoc sandwiches to school and trade ‘em to the white kids for PB&J sandwiches (a delicacy where I was from). But you can’t escape from genetics. Cause I can’t eat anything other than Asian food when I’m craving shit or when I’m sick or drunk or hungover. In the wise words of R&B legend and other dubious fame, R. Kelly: “My mind’s tellin me no! But my body! My body’s telling me yes!”.

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