I’m going for a conference ( you may notce us; most cities do when we arrive), so I’m not sure how far off the path I’ll get to go. But I’ll be with the hubs for a little bit, and he will join me for a few not-too-“weird” things. He says “no Chowhound places!”.
Are these fairly mainstream Chinese and Indian communities? My husband isn’t a fan of “real” Chinese food in the SF Bay Area. He’s more of a General Tso/ “PF Chang” and “Butter Chicken”/curry kind of guy, but we can sometimes find common ground.
“Also Houston is a city of 6.5 million, so it’s hard to notice a convention! Unless maybe you all wear funny stuff! Haha.”
Okay, probably not. Houston is BIG! I am hoping all will go well. Also, hopefully not “funny” but “Pink and Green”. Shouting out to Houston now, so it doesn’t go unnoticed!
In any case, glad for a reason to check out Houston.
“didn’t know Anthony Bourdain, but felt like I did in one small important way. In him, I saw a drinking alcoholic with a front-stage vigorous attempt to do it successfully. His was a fantastic life-embracing show, with drinking taking a prominent role in the joie de vivre, and sometimes that made it hard for me to watch.”
“When he threw back shots, indeed got wasted, I saw a fellow alcoholic living dangerously whereas most viewers, I imagine, saw “a man who knew how to drink, knew how to live.” His state of mind will be called depression, and who can argue with that in the wake of his suicide. But can we please, people, start connecting the dots to alcoholism (also a disease of the mind), at least when it is screamingly evident?”
Not a fan of the term “alcoholic” , but otherwise makes a point.
“When you’re an addict, as he proclaimed he was, it’s highly risky to keep one drug on board. He had respect and fear of the “hard drugs.” He reportedly was grateful and humble for having escaped death by addiction decades ago”.
For those professionals working the treatment side, during a high profile passing, a teachable moment is magnificent and who better than an in recovery addict to bring light to an often dismissed part of the bigger story.
I hate the editing. So annoying! It’s a mini travel guide-eque, cramped too much in. Not much material to learn about a place for a 2 day/long weekend visit. Better to just do some light reading during the flight.
Yeah, it’s better to eat something else in NL. Dutchies don’t eat “dutch food” when they go out. They would rather eat Indonesian, or Chinese or Thai, anything really. I remember a “dutch restaurant”* on a busy touristy street leading to central station. I remember checking out their menu on the window. Only tourists inside.
*Many countries have restaurants serving traditional food, but not in NL. Dutch eat home-style food at home and there are no real “traditional dutch restaurants”. That says something about the food of a country.
We also took the train to Haarlem for the Frans Hals museum. When we got to Haarlem, we had something to eat near the train station. Dutch food, I guess. It was ok.
We also had some excellent farm to table on the farm in Amsterdam about 5 years ago. We climbed the rickety wold wood stairs for some of the best pancakes ever, ate stroopwafel and herring out on the street. I would go back in a minute.
We liked the food well enough to go back. My wife, however, has back problems, and the tram drivers scoot around curves like 17-year-old drivers on steroids. So we probably won’t go back.
There was an episode of no reservations, I think it was, where he discussed in great and sad detail his relationship with his mother. I seriously teared up during it. He clearly had issues with his upbringing.
We are pretty familiar with SW La (mostly Lafayette and Opelousas) from having business there; in the process, making lifelong friends including self-identified Cajuns (from Kaplan too), enjoying every person we met – many proudly took us around (including a memorable boiling point in Abbeville), and we too didn’t recognize much of this episode, though the smothered turkey wing reminded us of the completely savory and scrumptious smothered duck at the late Mulate’s in Breaux Bridge. Of course, the boudin report reminded us of conference room breakfasts of gas station boudin and Meche’s donuts that we washed down with Community Coffee.
“Because of violent activities associated with the Ku Klux Klan, Louisiana has a state law prohibiting the wearing of hoods and masks in public. Mardi Gras is one of the few occasions when exceptions are allowed,”
