This morning I enjoyed a breakfast experience I can’t remember having before. The warm sun in a cloudless sky made sitting outside comfortable, which is not always the case here.
It included adequate sized sides of yogurt, honey and granola. And the presentation looked like a work of art.
I finished my meal with a fresh raisin roll and coffee americano.
An attentive server and the guitar player were the finishing touches on my amazing experience.
Matías Romero 99, Col del Valle Centro, Benito Juárez, 03100 Ciudad de México, CDMX
The name of the restaurant dares you to eat one of their burgers, making you wonder just how good they are. Good marketing and it drew me in.
Even if this burger tasted better than any burger I’ve eaten, it still couldn’t qualify for “best burger.”
The bun lacks the necessary texture and taste. The bun often makes the burger.
200g of meat (cooked to medium which is excellent) and good quality fries for 110 pesos ($5.50) means you’ll receive a good burger there. Just not the best.
La Balance Valle is a bakery where you can find pastries and cakes. Everything looks delicious but I have bought the same item on each of my three visits. I suppose a professional food reviewer would try an assortment.
The bakery is located in Colonia del Valle, one of my favorite areas in Mexico City.
La Balance Valle
55 5559 6781 https://maps.app.goo.gl/A9gV1uv31b7vUP3D8
I’m not sure if this is a local chain (several stores in Yuma) or there are locations in other cities. Either way, Penny’s certainly looks like a diner outside and in.
One of the highlights was my witty, wisecracking waitress.
Another was an old-fashioned milk shake. I ordered chocolate with a little whipped cream.
You see the grilled cheese. Looks and tasted like a basic sandwich we’ve all eaten. Except I had to pay $8 for the privilege today.
My sandwich and shake, with tax and tip totalled $15! Outlandish prices. Ok, the shake brought back wonderful memories of years gone by, but they weren’t worth what I paid for them.
Seems like most places where I ate this week were quite expensive. I imagine the locals are used to the high prices and the snowbirds can afford them.
The reason for my visit will permanently change my life for the best. ¿Comprende?
Foodwise, a review of one Olive Garden is a review of all. The menu here is generally identical at all locations as most chain restaurants are.
Are these the main reason 90% of people eat at Olive Garden? Although it had been seven years since my last visit, bread sticks are still the magnet that pulls in the customers.
Good. Not great. Seemed like a lot more croutons than before and not enough black olives, but that’s just my preference.
The soups tasted better than I remembered, especially the Toscana. It possessed a spiciness that made my mouth tingle.
Pasta e fajioli
Another strong, pleasingly flavorful soup.
I believe the endless soup, salad and bread is the best value ($9.99) on a totally overpriced menu. Absolutely average pasta dishes for $14-18 is ridiculous. Come for the soup and salad or find a locally owned place for pasta.
I had lunch here because I liked the name of the restaurant.
Fish & chips
Raspberry Berliner Weisse
They use tilapia. I’ve always thought the best fish for F&C was cod. And what’s fish and chips without vinegar? So, no cod and no vinegar = a so-so plate.
The beer disappointed me, too. Probably because it tasted too fruity, had only 3.8% ABV and the snifter. This is beer, not brandy.
$25 for a 3-star meal. Ouch!
The highlight of the meal? The server. She excelled.
This restaurant is located across the street from the Airbnb of my previous post. It’s open late and probably the most popular restaurant in the area.
Colones 139, Peñón de los Baños, Venustiano Carranza, 15520 Ciudad de México, CDMX
Tacos and licuado de fresas (strawberries)
Their tacos de pechuga (chicken breast) are light on the meat. Perhaps because it’s the most expensive part of the chicken. I think their taco de bistec is the best one they offer. There are 6 or 7 choices.
This week I deleted my Facebook and Instagram accounts and decided to start making short videos about “anything.”
Topics could include travel, local Oaxaca sites, interviews, etc.
Please be patient with me. I know my videos don’t look professional and I sometimes forget to say things that belong in the video. I’m confident the overall quality will improve with time.
Then again, I’m not a professional vlogger; having fun is what it’s all about for me. 😁
After staying in various places near MEX, I’ve settled on this room. Cheap, clean and comfortable. And, I walk here from the airport in 10 minutes. Hard to beat this place for a one-night stay to catch an early flight.
I like this Airbnb room because I can walk to it from the airport in 10 minutes.
Maciza is made up of the white meat parts of the pig.
Maciza is one of the types of carnitas (pork cooked in a tub of oil.)
Garnachas look like little memelas. These are made with queso, pollo y cebollas (Oaxaca cheese, chicken and onions). The tortilla is thicker than those used for tacos and memelas.
This is my first attempt at recording videos and posting them to YouTube. They will cover various topics, travel locations, maybe some interviews; anything I find worthy of posting. More to come soon.
By the way, the garnachas were delicious!
Tag line: A man returns to Oaxaca to die; a child’s game gives him a reason to live.
We finished filming on 13 October. The movie should be ready to watch by mid- to late-November.
I’ll publish the link when it is.
In the meantime, here’s the link to my YouTube channel where you can find my previous short films:
“To dream the impossible dream
To fight the unbeatable foe.”
Others’ attitudes and perceptions.
I fight, will continue to fight,
To prove to those that Dismiss me, never pausing to consider me, Believing I have nothing left to offer, How ridiculously wrong they are.
I possess and will continue to possess
Worth, wisdom, life and love To be shared.
Though my gait is not so fast,
My body not so robust, My collective years of living Make me invaluable, Even vital to another.
If given the chance.
Life presents me
With enticements, Temptations, Playing with my heart.
The universe constantly connects me
to human outlets with only ephemeral current.
Currents with staying power
That lack the amperage Necessary to sustain An electrified coupling.
Maybe an introspective
Rewiring is called for; One more energy efficient One without high voltage requirements.
So free and easy
Time isn’t considered
They are open-ended
I’m a loner
So after the visit
I notice an emptiness
Wanting to reconnect
Tomorrow at the latest
A park bench
Only an image
In my mind
Calls and messages
What separates us
Brings us together
We’ll meet one day
Oh, the joy it will bring
She plays a vital role
My every day friend
My fatal flaw
Ain’t against the law, Even though people Disappear.
Quick and clean
A well-oiled machine It leaves no Trace of blood.
I stop communicating
There’s no hesitating Another friendship has ended.
The reason’s always the same
The friend is never to blame. I simply lose interest.
To be challenged Proximity Common interests A bonding experience
Even those aren’t enough. It’s tough To change one’s nature.
In the end
Will I have a friend? Perhaps I won’t And I doubt it will matter.
When I need
Someone the most I’ll likely find only ghosts.
Whatever my fate
I can’t overstate: My nature prevailed.
No one to phone. Thanks to My fatal flaw.
Gave his opinion
Every three years
(or so it seemed)
He’d wake up.
I heard him,
Heeded his advice.
Move. Quit your job.
Try this. Fulfill that dream.
Five countries, fourteen cities
Improve comedy, grad school
Be a writer; see the world.
Recently, a change.
Opinions are still given.
The voice is tired?
Maybe it’s time
We both stop.
A 70s song about sex An underappreciated Afternoon delight? Cocktails while the sun shines
Not at a sporting event
Or at the beach But in a tavern With a cute bartender (Quite often, actually)
The intent is not
To get laid (Although it happens) But to be free Of the drudgery Of the job
The delight diminishes
If you’re still glued To your stool After the sun has set
You’ll realize that
Who “really” knows another?
Almost no one.
They may think so.
They might know them
More than most.
But, “really” know?
I once gave a homeless person
A sandwich, a blanket and
A hundred dollars
On a cold winter’s night.
I once gave a friend
Five hundered dollars
So she wouldn’t go to jail.
Just one condition.
She still has no rap sheet.
You think you know me?
Which did I do?
How about neither?
People who say
“I know you so well”
Are full of shit.
People who say
“You know me so well”
Are also full of it.
“I know you better
Than you know yourself.”
How the fuck
Is that even possible?
I don’t know anybody
I don’t want to know
Anybody that much.
It’d be a colossal
Waste of time.
I do know this
Nobody knows anybody
As well as they think.
I’m a millionaire. Some days A struggling artist.
A hundred countries Or only three.
Oh, the lies
I’ve told… About the things I’ve done (on every continent) The gorgeous women I’ve had. (can’t count them all)
Lying is exciting.
And harmless (in my case).
Because The truth is Somewhere In the middle. And the middle Is boring.
I’ve changed in countless ways
Over the years.
In my 20s
No crowd was too big.
I wanted to know everyone
And them to know me.
Now, I hide from people.
And my group limit is four.
I like to rite
For that I hav no frite
I rite storys
With out any worys
Butt Im not a grate poit
Sum say I hav putenchil
Butt I lak sumtnin asenchil
I no I can rime
Butt my spelinz a crime
I know what I am not;
But, not what I am.
And I can live with that.