Posted by todd
Tue, 28 Nov 2006 06:01:00 GMT
Man I love living downtown.
San Diego is a great city, with every imaginable kind of restaurant. Thai, Peruvian, Afghan. You can also find whatever ambiance suits you. Casual, Hip, Swank.... Homeless.
Lee's Cafe (5th between F&G)
I may have mentioned Lee's before... it is the hub of crazy people. If this were a video game, it's where the monsters would come out of. The spawn point if you will. All the crazies/homeless guys eat there. In fact, I even saw a guy NOT eat there. He had no arms. He came in and sat down.. grumbled a bit.. they said hi.. and he left. You know you are a cool place when patrons just come in to grunt.
It's also where *I* eat breakfast whenever I manage to eat breakfast or I'm hungover (yes yes.. I'm sure that says something). I imagine being homeless in San Diego is like having every night be a REALLY late night out, so it makes sense.
Mr. and Mrs Lee have been there for a *long* time. My theory is that they are Chinese slackers. They showed up 20 years or so ago, and excitedly opened their establishment... doing all the exciting "starting a company things".
cutting out cereal box covers and taping them to the wall as a sort of kindergarten menu.
VERY carefully pricing the items on their vast menu to some exact formula (the equation written in Chinese for added complexity).
Everything has an odd price, like $2.36. After that they said "Fuck it, putting those little numbers on the board is a bitch", and never changed the prices again.
That's Lee's Cafe to this day. The most expensive thing on their menu is a T-Bone(no relation) steak , and that costs.... seriously... $7.48. You can get anything there. T-Bone steak and smokes? 10 bucks (and 3 cents).
You can get a FULL BREAKFAST there (a guy breakfast.. 2 eggs, bacon, hash browns, toast, and coffee), for THREE DOLLARS AND FIFTY CENTS.
Mr. and Mrs. Lee aren't great business people. Hell, they don't really even have a sign, but they make good bacon.
It's easy to tip them more than the meal costs, because you almost feel like you are ripping them off. I mean hell, once you factor in the smoke damage, I couldn't even *make* breakfast for $3.50.
Recently it came to my attention that many of the old places in the Gaslamp have absurdly cheap leases from the government or something. Like, $0.25-$0.35 per square foot which means they need to sell like 700 eggs per month to pay the rent....
everything else
has is gravy.
I suggest you check it out. If you want company, just scream out the door like you are on fire... I'll come over and say hi.
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Posted by todd
Wed, 04 Jan 2006 06:15:00 GMT
Oh how I love the holidays.
The large crowds. The insane drivers, striving to get that soon to open parking spot. The buying of crap that nobody, even yourself would want. All beautiful... but lets not forget the true meaning of Christmas!
I'm sure you know what I'm thinking.
Hellstone and Brimfire people!!! There isn't any better way to spread the word of god than to stand on a street corner screaming like a crackhead. Then again, if you are standing on a corner screaming about god sending others to hell... you were a crackhead at some point. If they are going to stand around yelling, they should just tell the truth. Come to mass tomorrow! All the other reformed heroin addict born agains will be there! Bring your money!
Ok, perhaps that was a bit much, but openly mocking bible thumpers needs to be done. I'm just "blessed" enough to find them on a weekly basis outside my apartment window.
Don't get me wrong, this doesn't make me angry.
I thrive on it.
Do you realize how hard it is for a bunch of screaming freaks to maintain composure when they have laser pointers beamed on their foreheads?
Can there be anything more fun than yelling out your own versions to the "Jesus wants you to (blah blah blah)" speech? "Jesus Wants You To SHUT UP", was particularly well received by the drunkards.
Anyway, I had a party of sorts at my apartment, which was interrupted by screaming bible thumpers outside...the results did not go in their favor.
When it comes mocking drug addicts, The Krishna's had our alcoholic backs.
Suddenly, from around the corner, the Krishna karaeoke posse came into view. If you've ever seen "The Warriors", you have seen similar confrontations. Let me explain.
Three bible thumpers, clearly having strayed from their turf of poor neighborhoods and suburban areas with large drug abusing populations, find themselves in the Gaslamp, struggling to get home.
As any good group of thumpers would do, they looked to Jesus to find them the way home! Jesus Saves! But not this night... The Friday before a long holiday weekend is not the work of the lord and savior. A foul smell filled the air. It was a homeless man, but he had no money so the Jesus freaks didn't talk to him.
Chanting hari hari, and with pleasant drum beats to boot, the Krishnas decended on the lost three. The xtians HAD NO DRUM. What would become of them?
They kneeled down for a quick huddle, but it was disturbed by an unidentified blonde computer geek shouting "BLUE 42!! BLUE 42!!!", they decided to....to... sing, their way out of it.
This needs a new paragraph. 3 reformed crackheads decided that they would OUTSING, 15 Krishnas who had a PA system on wheels.
At this point, the level of intoxication upstairs overflowed, sending several of the patrons outside to discuss the merits of eternel damnation with the freaks. All this while roughly 8 cops sat watching the remainder of the party up in the windows, clearly wishing they could come arrest us for something.
At the end of the day, the krishnas danced away for a meal, the xtians retreated to a more defensible corner, and we, the heathens, went straight to hell.
And by hell, I mean the Star Bar.
(seriously it's really bad, I think it has hookers.)
Happy holidays!
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