I'm so eggscited

I've always loved eating eggs. Scrambled, sunnyside up, hard-boiled, egg-drop soup, egg foo yong, omelettes, eggs benedict, and even deviled. Love em all. So, it follows that adding a fried egg on top of one of my favorite dishes would just take me beyond nirvana. That's exactly what happens when I order my fave roast duck fried rice at King of Thai Noodle in downtown (they have another one at Clement, equally good). I love it when restaurants cooperate to make me happy. Adding an egg on top is not un-reasonable, right? They fry it Filipino-style, too - crispy edges and runny center. YUM! Check out how yummilicious that looks. It's enough to make you wanna kiss it's parents...Yeah, I said it. I'm so grateful that I'll kiss its mom, a hen, and its dad, a cock.

I recommend to start your meal with an appetizer and their best offering is their seafood salad. It's citrusy, not too heavy and a medley of textures and flavors that will make you come back for more. The most interesting element is the white mushroom which looks like a spongey sea creature. I guess that's why they thought it would work in a seafood salad. Check out Boobsie attempting a bite below.

Their noodles are awesome, too. However, the last time we ate there we had to wait fooooreeeveeer to get our rad na. Honestly, I was done eating my duck fried rice when the noodles came. Obviously, they forgot that order. Major points off for the bad service. You'd think they would've offered to comp our drinks at the very least, right? I guess being a popular restaurant can work against you. If you know you're the bomb, who cares if you tick off some customers? There's always a long line of hungry tourists and locals waiting to take over our seats.

Growle'!

I've sworn off attending the annual Chinese New Year parade because the last time I attended it, which was a few years back, we had the misfortune of being pelted with unforgiving rain. Nothing ruins a parade like Mother Nature's michievous sense of humor. There we were, huddled with the hoi poloi, freezing like popsicles and watching plastic-draped dragons flailing and failing to excite the crowd. Big surprise - we're watching plastic-draped dragons while fending off hypothermia. Glum was our collective adjective.

This year was a different story. The weather cooperated fully and allowed for a fun time to be had by all. It's the year of the Tiger and we're all enjoined to growl! GROOWRRL! BTW, one of my favorite onomatopoetic outbursts.

Of course, something had to dampen my spirits despite the perfect weather. One of the mascots (thematically dressed as a tiger) was high fivin' through the crowd and when I raised my hand, he totally ignored me! He totally left me hanging. See the rude tiger's pic below.

Anywho, I'm trying not to be offended by non-high-fivin' Tiger. And my sour grapes reasoning is: High fives, who needs them? They're quite passe'. It's all about terrorist bumps nowadays. They're all the rage in Iraq, you know.

Also, it won't be an outing with Jonsey Balonsey without a healthy dose of embarrassment. We saw the KTVU Channel 2 float and Boobsie said, "Oh, we know him, he's Suzuki the newscaster!" I took his word for it so I shrieked at the guy on the float, "Suzuki! Suzuki!"

He gave me a semi-blank smile which was cryptic to me. Later on, I found out that his name wasn't Suzuki, but Sasaki. Embarrassing!