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Feb. 2, 2010

2 Feb

1 pm


a shitload of food

Let’s face it, I don’t eat at Souplantation every once in a while for the taste. It’s more the chance for me to shovel down as much food as I can humanly hold for $7, if I have a two-for-one coupon to use at lunch. But every once in a while, they turn out something that actually tastes good. In fact, it’s fucking awesome (note the profanity that stresses how I’m enthusiastic). Feb. 2 was one of those days. Behold, the strawberry-and-buttermilk muffins:

I ended up inhaling four of those things. I bet sex with Amy Adams would feel just as good as eating one of those muffins. In fact, I dream about it as I’m typing this entry (the muffins, not Amy Adams. OK, maybe both). I actually only ate two of the muffins during lunch. I stole the two pictured above, along with that brownie, in my pockets for future meals. And don’t say you’ve never stole from an all-you-can-eat buffet. My friend who I went to lunch with today actually lines her purse with tupperware before she goes to Souplantation so the grease doesn’t ruin the leather. Now that’s smart. My mom is the worst though. She’ll take entire pizzas if she could. When I went to the Bellagio buffet with her when I was a teenager, she actually contemplated smuggling crab legs out. Those king crab legs were too big though, so we just took cheesecakes. For $45, we were owed that, at least. I’ll tell my mom to line her purse with tupperware next time she goes to a buffet.

4 pm

2 strawberry-and-buttermilk muffins

Dammit, they’re good!

7 pm

1 rib-eye steak

side of sauteed spinach

side of rice

1 glass of water

This was a really cheap cut of meat that my mom dumped on me again, so I really didn’t care about making it any good. In fact, I actually overcooked it severely. But it still was tender and tasted better than I thought. I don’t know if that speaks well about the quality of the steak or not.

9 pm

1 glass of malbec

1 slice of pepperoni pizza

1 piece of brownie

My TV broke a few hours before the season premiere of Lost, so my neighbor Claire, who’s a huge Lost fan, invited me to watch it at her place. It ended up being a viewing party with five women, all actresses, and me. Even though I ate already, they insisted that I eat. How could I say no? There were five women in the room. And me! All because my TV broke! Holy crap! This proves that Al Qaeda was wrong and you don’t have to go do jihad or whatever to have a multitude of women. Besides, I didn’t eat breakfast, so that pizza was technically my third meal.

Anyway, if you are one of those people who don’t watch Lost, stop reading now. The following will make no sense, so you should watch this video instead. As for those who do watch the show:

– First flash forwards, then time travel, now alternate realities? I’m going to stick with this plotline, and obviously we’re not supposed to figure it out yet. But I don’t know how many more temporal shifts I can take. Time travel can be a narrative cheat more often than not. Every movie and TV show can’t be “Back to the Future.” I was OK with last season’s white flashes and being trapped in 1974, but I have to admit, my patience is being tested with this one.

– And with that, seeing what would happen if Oceanic Flight 815 arrived safely was fascinating and unexpectedly poignant at the end. For half these characters, their lives would’ve been worse, or without meaning, without that island. Even though the characters think the plane crash was a terrible moment in their lives, it was a better-or-worse twist of fate. And this is why I love this show sometimes, how it slyly slips in existential dilemmas wrapped around an entertaining puzzle and moments of sentiments.

– Juliet had the two biggest WTF lines when she told Sawyer, “Let’s grab a cup of coffee sometimes. We’ll go Dutch,” and when she says through Miles, “It worked.” So that alternate reality is more than a possible scenario and an actual happenstance. I really hope they resolve that nimbly. Having two realities would feel like a cheat. I even felt that way with the “Star Trek” reboot movie, and how it allows the writers to wipe the slate too cleanly andeasily.

– We finally find out what the smoke monster is and it was a cool reveal. Thinking back through previous episodes, it does make sense, most of the time, that it’s the man in black. We still have to figure out why this omnipotent force couldn’t kill Jacob himself, why ash is his one weakness,, and where “home” is. And with that, we finally have the series’ main villain, and the true villain all along, the man in black.

– We finally get to see the Others’ temple, and it’s run by the Japanese guy from “Twilight Samurai” and John Hawkes from Deadwood and Eastbound and Down.

– The Others can raise the dead too! Sayid inexplicably pops up after dying and asks, “what’s going on?” This show had too many instances of dead people re-appearing for this to be too effective, although most of the dead people in previous seasons was now revealed to be the man in black. But Sayid’s resurrection is a genuine head-scratcher. And there’s Lost’s m.o., answering a few questions while raising more.

Jan. 5, 2010

5 Jan

I realized that yesterday’s post said “2009.” That’s wrong. It’s corrected now.

1:15 pm


Lots of salad

1 pizza bread

1 corn muffin

1 scoop of mac n’ cheee

1 bowl of clam chowder

1 brownie sundae

1 glass of strawberry lemonade (with 2 refills)

Ah Souplantation. I can write about this bastion of side dishes like Tom Hanks makes HBO mini-series about World War II. In fact, I’ve already written a long tribute to this place in one of my very first posts. See how the site’s evolved over the year. It’s turn-back-the-clock day on Eat With Joe!

Also, notice how this is my first meal of the day? That justifies the brownie sundae at the end. I use a soup bowl for ice cream. I can hold more ice cream in a bowl as opposed to a dainty cup, and that allows me to transfer more ice cream into my mouth. It’s common sense, really.

7 pm


green mussel curry

side of Thai sticky rice

1 bottle of Hefeweizen beer

Ah Jitlada. It was inevitable that I write about the most popular Thai restaurant in Los Angeles. Ever since this post by a Chicago blogger who stumbled upon Jitlada in 2007, this place has been packed with foodies, tourists, chefs, scenesters and the occasional celebrity. One wall of this small storefront is entirely devoted to rave review and a couple of thank-you drawings of Simpsons characters by Matt Groening. There was an overflow crowd on tonight’s visit, and most of the clientele seemed to be discussing what they heard on NPR that morning.

The ironic thing is that Jitlada’s popularity grew after they became more uncompromising to Western tastebuds. Before 2006, Jitlada was one of hundreds of non-descript Thai restaurants in Hollywood that was remembered for peppering neighboring residences with paper menus weekly. Then Sarintip “Jazz” Singsanong and her older brother Suthiporn Sungkamee took over the place in 2006. Jazz works the room relentlessly, waiting tables, chatting up regulars and picking dishes for indecisive diners. Suthiporn, the chef, added a separate menu of Southern Thai cuisine and refined the cooking immeasurably. Mudfish and fish kidneys are much more delicate than they sound. He also doesn’t compromise with the heat level. Khua kling, a dry curry that’ll overwhelm you with tumeric like black lungs, could be one of the spiciest dishes I’ve ever had. The raw blue crab salad with lemongrass, mint and chili is like a punch in the mouth. And I almost did cry after eating their Crying Tiger beef dish. Even the green mussel curry, which I ordered at medium spiciness, surprised me on first bite. Despite the heat level, flavors are just balanced to be compelling and not sadistic. It hurts, but you willingly go back for more. I devoured those mussels, despite a few stray strands of beards that looked unappetizing, and sopped up every ounce of curry with hunks of Thai sticky rice, which can absorb liquid like a Sham-wow.

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