Thursday, December 04, 2008

Drum Roll Please...

Some of you have been on this journey with me for awhile but I believe that to most this will come as a bit of a surprise. For years I've gone back and forth about getting my MBA (Master of Business Administration) but it never seemed like the right time or I could never justify the expense (as much as $150K) or time (potentially 2 years not working). There are several reasons why I've wanted to get an MBA:

  1. Business knowledge - most of what I have today was gained through experience so I'd like to learn a more disciplined way of making business decisions
  2. Networking - you can never know enough people
  3. "Do Over" - I never felt as though I applied myself enough during university and I missed out on certain things by graduating nearly a year early
So in late January of this year I frantically took the GMAT and got a decent enough score to start applying to part-time and executive programs that were still accepting applications which really left UC Berkeley 2nd round and London Business School 2nd round. Thanks to the assistance of many (namely Kati, Kelly, Sally, Neil, Mike, and Argy) I was able to complete the applications and myriad of required and supposed "optional" essays. In May I found out that I had been accepted to both the UC Berkeley evening/weekend program and the London Business School executive program which meant that I spent the rest of May agonizing over whether to move back early to attend UC Berkeley in August or stay an extra year to attend London Business School in September. I thought about it, talked about it, emailed about it, had nightmares about it and still couldn't come to a decision that felt right so at the end of May I decided it was best to do nothing and turned down both offers. This was a huge risk for me since neither school was willing to defer my acceptance to another term without putting down a huge deposit which I was not ready to do.

Months passed during which I convinced myself that I wanted to move back to the Bay Area in spring 2009 to attend either the Wharton or Berkeley-Columbia executive MBA program. Then in September when I finally uttered the words to my management I realized that I wasn't ready to leave London. It all felt so sudden and abrupt and I got a bit sad thinking about my last Christmas, my last picnic, my last concert and all the things I would miss out on that were already being planned for next year. I back-tracked as quickly as I could with my management and with
London Business School. I decided that if they would accept me for the upcoming January intake without re-applying then I would figure out a way with work to stay longer and do the executive program in London. They gracioulsy accepted me back into the program and also awarded me the scholarship for women! My company has also allowed me to stay until December 2009 so somehow it has all worked out and I feel really right about this decision.

Thanks again to everyone who helped me through the application process and a HUGE THANKS to everyone who helped me through the decision/indecision process. It's going to be a lot of work so wish me luck.

Monday, November 24, 2008

Sheer Bliss

Last night I experienced something that can only be described as sheer bliss. It doesn't happen often and the experience is very fleeting but it is oh so satisfying. It hands down has to be one of the greatest pleasures on earth for me. I had a perfect souffle. Those who know me well can guarantee that if a souffle is on the menu, I will somehow have to have it. This delectable treat was a lemon and blueberry ripple souffle with a spoonful of blueberry ice cream expertly dunked in the center of this luscious goodness. From the moment it was placed in front of me I could tell that this would be special. This souffle rose nearly one and a half inches above the ramekin with a nearly perfect flat top browned to just that side of golden. Not even the slightest sign of a crack or a bubble. I would have to say though that at a 1-Michelin star restaurant I would be gravely disappointed if they deigned to serve a cracked souffle. The texture was so light and airy with a slight crunch from the sugar dusted inside the ramekin. The top was just begging to be cracked into. The combination of tart lemon and blueberry got the salivary glands going against the sweetness of the custard base and the souffle was served at the perfect temperature, just below piping hot tempered by the frozen ice cream slowly melting to create a creamy sauce.

What added greatly to the amazing souffle experience was the gracious service leading up to its unveiling. We had ordered the tasting menu which predicated a special dessert of brown sugar tart with muscat grapes. However, somewhere between the meat and cheese courses, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a souffle being served to another table. I inquired after it and got the requisite "I'll see what I can do" response at which point I never know how the outcome will go. For example, an inquiry at the French Laundry as to whether or not I could purchase some of the lovely brioche to take home was finally met with an apologetic "we only made enough to serve at the restaurant today" (this was before the opening of Bouchon Bakery). The chef and our waitress on this occassion though delightfully rearranged our menu and served a small sample of the brown sugar tart as our pre-dessert instead of the marscapone panna cotta as planned (thankfully so since I've really never enjoyed panna cotta). Then without a word the beautiful souffle appeared. My only complaint is that I didn't have enough!

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Artisanal Restaurant Review

I woke up Sunday morning in a panic realizing that I only had hours left in New York City and we hadn't settled on a restaurant for brunch yet. In the haze of my hangover I decided that I needed one last great meal before I left the Big Apple. I first tried for reservations at Balthazar so that I could have a few last moments in Soho but silly me, how could I expect Balthazar to have space open on a brisk Sunday morning. The very unkindly lady said she could seat the 4 of us at 3pm for brunch (I had to leave for JFK at 4pm). I then tried to the Central Park Boathouse but amazingly for a New York City restaurant, they didn't take reservations. Last resort, Google. I cross-referenced a few "top brunch spot" lists and came across Artisanal Restaurant in Midtown. I was hesitant to settle on Artisnal since it is afterall in Midtown, the area where mostly tourists and theatre goers dine because they have nowhere else to go. On top of that they easily gave me a reservation for 4 at 1:30pm, no questions asked. But the chef sounded promising and who could say no to a restaurant centered around cheese.

We arrived a bit early and had ample space to wait at the bar. Near enough to 1:30pm we were seated into a tight space where I felt like I was dining with the family seated next to us. This was definitely the Park Avenue Sunday brunch crowd so again I was nervous this restaurant would be more about the "cheddar" than the cheddar. One look at the menu though and I was hooked. First of all it was no question that I would have the artisanal cheese fondue as my main so it took some arm-twisting to settle on a starter. It came down to a choice between the gougeres and the beignets. With my savory cheesy main, the waiter suggested the beignets ($12.50) that didn't dissapoint. They were perfectly bite-sized pillows dusted in cinnamon and sugar. They came out piping hot freshly fried as they always should be.

My fondue ($24.00 for 2) made from a blend of artisanal cheeses followed shortly. I wished I'd asked what the blend was exactly because it was a great balance of sharp flavors and luscious melted goodness. One knock against the fondue was they were out of the kielbasa so we were left to dip crudites, bread, and apples slices ($8 for dippers). We also ordered egg with the fondue which used a preparation I'd never heard of or seen before but supposedly it was traditional. Once we hit the bottom of the fondue pot, the waiter came and cracked a raw egg into the still warm enamled cast-iron bottom. He let the egg sit and once cooked, scraped up all the cheesy bits with egg. It was unusual but oh so good. My companions also had the eggs benedict ($14.50) which looked scrumptuous but I can't comment since I didn't try any and the egg frites ($16.50). If I get a chance to go back I will definitely be having the eggs frites. It was two eggs cooked over easy placed on a bed of crispy garlicy french fries. So pungent and delicious! The french fries were especially good dipped into the cheese fondue.

I wish I'd had room for more cheese after the fondue but we moved on to sweets instead. How could we not follow the cheese fondue with chocolate fondue ($24.50 for 2)? As unfashionable as fondue might be, I can't but enjoy dipping bits of fruit, cake, biscuits, and marshmallows into melted chocolate. The chocolate fondue did have a strong liquer that I didn't care for and would ask them to leave out next time. We also ordered profiteroles ($11.50) which always good but typically not impressive. These profiteroles did leave an impression though with the use of a very good quality pistachio ice cream instead of the traditional vanilla. In the end we someone managed to log over 3 hours just for brunch.

The Damage

Food $130.75
Liquor $44.50 (what is brunch without mimosas and bellinis?)
Tax $14.68
Service $30

Total $219.93 for 4 people

Overall rating





(3.5 out of 5 tube stops)


Ambience: Walking in I was reminded of Bouchon which reminds me of any typical Parisian style bistro. Straw charis, round cafe tables, and wood and zinc bar. As mentioned the tables were a bit tight but the restaurant benefited from high-ceilings making the space feel open in general. The restaurant can get noisy at times since likely seats ~100 diners. This is not a restaruant for a quiet romantic dinner.

Drinks: 3 of us had the strawberry-rhubard sunrise and 1 had a mimosa. You can probably guess that the sunrise was a mix of a strawberry-rhubard puree with Champagne. It was a good quality Champange though that subtly dry and refreshing.

Price Range: £££ (out of ££££)
A bit pricey for brunch but we were well hungover and splurging.

Reservations: As mentioned I had no issues getting a table for brunch at 1:30pm for 4 people. There is ample seating so I can't imagine not getting in at a reasonable time unless pre-theatre dinner time on a Friday or Saturday night.

Taking a Small Bite Out of the Big Apple

I just returned from an extended weekend in New York City with my really great girlfriends Brit and Karen. I always have a great time with these girls and they are such inspirations to me. Very cool chicks indeed and always great hostesses. NYC is also a city that I LOVE LOVE LOVE so I've never not had a fantastic time there.

This trip though we had the special addition of my friend Grant who also happened to be in NYC at the same for business. Having Grant along meant that I could indulge in some "less-girly" activities, namely attending the New York Rangers vs. Boston Bruins hockey game at Madison Square Garden. I was really looking forward to this since 1) I haven't seen a hockey game in ages and 2) I've always wanted to attend an event at MSG. Although I had no allegiance to either team I had to root for the Rangers since Grant was rooting for the Bruins (clad in Boston Bruins jersey all the way from London). The Rangers played an appaling 46 mintues of hockey where they were actually starting to get booed by their own fans. With a bit over 6 minutes left in the game, the Rangers finally scored their first goal of the game to put them 1-2 against the Bruins. I was holding my head down in shame expecting Grant to gloat when in the last 53 seconds of regulation time the Rangers' Markus Naslund scored a second goal forcing the game into overtime. After 5 minutes of sudden-death overtime the game was still tied 2-2 leading to 4 shootout rounds which finally ended with the Rangers' captain Chris Drury scoring the game winning goal. Admittedly if you look overall at how well the game was played, the Bruins should have taken home the win but no, my team for the day WON!

Aside from the highlight of the hockey game, the weekend mainly consisted of tons of eating, boozing, shopping, and hanging out. To give you an idea of the magnitude of our gluttony, Saturday morning we had pastrami sandwiches and cupcakes delivered to the flat right before heading out to brunch. And nothing tastes better at 4am than our traditional slice of pizza at Rosario's in the Lower East Side. Another notable restaurants included August Restaurant (a brunch must of ours), Les Halles (associated with Anthony Bourdain before he became a roaming TV chef), and Artisanal (which surprised and impressed me so much it will get it's own post).

Unfortunately my trip concluded with a 4-hour delay on my already taxing redeye back to London but I'm chosing to remember the good times and will do whatever is in my power to never fly American again.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

It's Ccccccold!

My friends in California will call me and say that it's a chilly 70F (21C) this time of year and that it was so cold they had to put on a sweater. Well after a few weeks of lovely autumn weather (crisp and dry, but not cold) in October, winter has descended upon London. During my commute home last night I was treated to a torrential downpour that was followed by sleet and finally by snow. The headlines today read "Snow fell in London last night for the first time in October since 1934." I feel sorry for the poor trick-or-treaters this Friday,especially the naughty nurses and French maids.

This morning I headed out to my car to find this:


And the dashboard read an outside temperate of:


That's 32.9F! I'm going back under the covers.

Monday, October 20, 2008

Go Back to Bed

I'm all for a nice long lie in on a Saturday/Sunday morning but when I've got plans on the weekend to meet up with friends, go shopping, run errands, etc. I like to get up early and be out of the flat by 9am or 10am. But then comes the most dreaded time of day for me, half eleven (a.ka. 11:30 am). Before half eleven London is clean, fresh, and quiet. The street cleaners are finishing their morning work and the city is just waking up. I pick up my skinny cappuccino without fear of a queue and I breeze in and out of stores with all the changing rooms completely empty. London is all mine. Then comes half eleven when the party-goers start to shake off their hang overs and the tourists are turned out of their hotel rooms. They crowd the streets and squares and just stand around blocking busy thoroughfares not knowing which way to go. By 1pm my quiet little town is a cluster f*** of chaos. So all I ask is that you go back to bed.

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Living the Dream

When I moved to Europe, I had a few things on my to-do list that were just too difficult to achieve before when I was just a tourist visiting each city for a day or two here and there. I have a somewhat complete list below of the things I set out to do below but the one thing that I was really looking forward to happened on Saturday. After over a year of living in Europe I was finally able to attend a hands-on cooking course at Le Cordon Bleu in Paris. Knowing that I would need to be in the Paris office last week, I searched Le Cordon Bleu's website for weeks to try and find a class that would fit the timing. I was finally able to enroll in the Autumn Cakes and Pastry course that would be on the Saturday following my business trip. I wasn't quite sure what to expect from the course but I was excited to know that I would be learning from an esteemed French chef. In addition to the course I would also be able to walk the halls that Julia Child, Dione Lucas, and other great chefs/cooks once graced. For all the male cooks out there, Le Cordon Bleu is also where Giada de Laurentiis studied although I couldn't find anything in the curriculum about low-cut tops and big smiles.


The course started promplty at 9am after some coffee and croissants. We were given a few pages with a list of ingredients for the two cakes we would make but no instructions. A few students were looking for the cooking instructions but it was explained to us that at Le Cordon Bleu they teach you to use your 5 senses and that you would learn better by doing and taking your own notes. Everything was pre-measured so after a quick demonstration by the chef, we jumped right in. I worked with Sue from Australia on a few of the steps since certain items were easier to make in double vs. single batches. Like Sue, many of the students were visiting from far away places like Brazil, China, and Chicago and had given up a day of sightseeing or being with friends to take the course. The cakes that we made were much more intricate and delicate than everything I had made before so I was glad I was in an environment where I could mess up and learn from it. Sue and I turned out to be quite natural though and the course just flew by. When the class ended at 3pm, I could scarcely believe we had been there are all day and made two cakes along with some sables (shortbread). I would love to take another course at Le Cordon Bleu as I have so much more to learn and it was such a joy to be in a professional kitchen. There is something very clinical and orderly about a professional kitchen that just gives me the reassurance that things should work out well and you have full control over your destiny.

Unfortunately I forgot to bring my camera (if you can believe it) but hopefully Sue will be able to send me her's when she returns to Australia so that you can see my masterpieces.

CompletedTo DoUnexpected Bonus
Dine at a 3-star Michelin restaurantGet reservations at El Bulli (MISSION IMPOSSIBLE!!!)Walk in Jesus' footsteps in Jerusalem
Drive "balls out" (excuse my language) on the autobahnDrive on the NurburgringGo on safari in South Africa (and live to tell about it)
Wander around a farmers market in ParisRun with bulls in PamplonaDrink South African wine while overlooking the lucious Stellenbosch area
Visit an Eastern European cityGet hit with a tomato at La TomatinaMany times eat in Paris until I was sick because it was just that good
Take the Eurostar from London to ParisVisit the newly reopened BMW Museum in MunichExperience Barack Obama giving a triumphant speech in Berlin
Experience an opera at Teatro alla ScalaAttend an Audi driver's dayMeet and actually speak to Christiane Amanpour
Experience an opera at the Royal Opera HouseLay on the beach in GreeceExperience World Cup fever in Paris
Try the local cuisine every place I visitGo truffle huntingAttend a race at Ascot
Watch the sun set over the SeineDrive a supercar on a Formula 1 race trackEat the freshest seafood and tomatoes while sunning myself in Provence
Ski/snowboard anywhere in Europe and live to tell about it Meet a strikingly handsome and caring heir to some megafortune (now that I'm 30 my chances are dwindling)Meeting some great people who have helped me adjust and make London feel a bit more like home
Go to Oktoberfest and live to tell aboutDrive the adoption of Altera's low-cost products throughout Europe (had to throw that in here for the Alterans)
See the remains of the Berlin Wall
Visit the Audi factory and Museum Mobile in Ingolstadt
Drink Guinness straight from the source
Get lost at the Notting Hill Carnival
Go to a concert in a London park
Sit in Hyde Park or Kensington Gardens all day long
Take a class at Le Cordon Bleu

Monday, September 22, 2008

Mission: Figs

You can call me anal retentive, obsessive compulsive, or a control freak but I am an organized traveler. My friends laugh at the spreadsheets I compile that include hotel reservations, flight and other transportation details, restaurant bookings, organized tours, contact details, and etc. all organized by date, location, time and whatever else I can fit into a pivot table. Knowing that this is truly who I am, I have no idea how my flatmate Erin convinced me to go on a "by the seat of your pants" trip to Montenegro.

Erin is a citizen of the world who is used to roughing it without housekeeping, room service, or even indoor plumbing. It also helps that she's a flight attendant so she can hop on a plane to anywhere at anytime. To continue the birthday month celebrations (her's and mine) we opened up a map and looked for a spot that offered warm weather, would be fairly easy to get to, allow us to sit by the beach/pool all day, and would be a new place to experience on a low budget. We determined Herceg Novi, Montenegro would be it. I was really excited about this choice since I haven't been able to get to Eastern Europe since I moved so this would be a completely new experience. Montenegro is located in the south of the Adriatic Sea and is part of the former Yugoslavia. It is borded by Croatia, Bosnia and Herzegovinia, Serbia, Kosovo, and Albania.

Many parts of Eastern Europe have not advanced very far since they were pilaged by war after war so getting to Montenegro proved more difficult that I expected. I flew from London to Vienna, Vienna to Dubrovnik, and then took an hour bus ride from Dubrovnik to Herceg Novi. All the while I didn't know exactly when and how often the bus ran, where I would sleep, or where eventually I would meet Erin. Somehow everything worked out and when my bus turned into the Herceg Novi bus station, Erin was sitting there waiting for me. I should admit that I was a total wimp compared to Erin who flew from London to Frankfurt, Frankfurt to Belgrade, a ten-hour overnight train ride from Belgrade to Podgorica with loud obnoxious boys, and a three-hour bus ride from Padgorica to Herceg Novi. Along the way she slept in a park and rented a room in a stranger's house.

Montenegro was definitely worth the trek though. It's toursim industry is just built up enough to provide some local activities but hasn't been completely spoilt by travelers from the United States, England, Germany or other western countries expecting to see fish and chips and sausage on the local menus. The locals were actually quite surprised to see a couple American girls running around since mainly the country is visited by tourists from Russia. The yet to happen influx of western tourists has also managed to keep prices quite low with cocktails ranging around 2-3 Euros. We were actually able to take an eight-hour boat trip that included lunch and two siteseeing stops for only 20 Euros. In Italy or France it would have easily cost 80-100 Euros.

We only had a few days but we made the most of our time before being caught in a torrential monsoon at the end. On this trip Erin discovered the taste of fresh figs in the local market for the first time. So when we stopped in the town of Dobrota on our boat tour and happened to spot some fig trees, we knew what we had to do. It was Mission: Figs (excuse the pun). I would spot out the figs in the trees and Erin would climb them like a monkey to secure our prize. It was pretty hilarious except for the fact that we were likely stealing figs from the consecrated grounds of a monastery. We didn't feel so bad later when two Russian women from our boat trip saw our feast and revealed the mandarins they had picked from some trees behind us.

Monday, September 08, 2008

Three Decades Older but None the Wiser

Last week I turned 30. Yes folks, I admitted to turning 30. It wasn't quite as painful or tragic as I expected. On the actual day it sort of just came and went. Leading up to it though was quite an experience. Awhile ago I decided that I wanted to celebrate my "dirty 30" surrounded by my closest friends. Not a wild and crazy party, but just a get together somewhere fun, interesting, and relaxing. I wanted to rent a house with a swimming pool and hot tub in a warm climate. I also wanted somewhere that could accommodate a large group of people with an open kitchen for cooking and hanging out. Finding a house that met this description wasn't so difficult, it was the city that I struggled with. I started out looking for houses in the Hamptons but didn't have much luck finding decent houses under $10,000 for Labor Day Weekend. The Hamptons/New York City would also be challenging to travel to for just a long weekend. It would also likely mean that I would neither have the time nor the energy to see my friends and family in the San Francisco Bay Area afterwards. Then my thoughts drifted closer to London with the options of a house in Greece, Tuscany, or the South of France. Obviously all of these choices would be even more difficult for my friends in the San Francisco Bay Area to join me especially since a few had already visited me in January.

After some more thought and discussion, Sedona, AZ dawned on me. I'd always heard great things about this area with it's red rock landscape and tranquil relaxing setting. Between work stress, family woes, boyfriend/husband/lack-there-of struggles we all needed a place where we could relax, do nothing, and not feel guilty about it.
Sedona provided the perfect setting to get away from everything and hide out for a few quiet days. It is only a two-hour drive from Phoenix airport and flying to Phoenix is relatively inexpensive from any destination in the US. At first people said I should go wherever I wanted to regardless of how hard it would be for others to come. But in the end I decided that I've traveled to so many places already, I really just wanted to be with my friends and my sister.

I got on the internet immediately to start scouting for houses and I found this reasonably priced gem on the west side of the city. It offered a huge pool, large hot tub, sleeping room for 12, jaccuzzi, 2.5 acres of land to make all the noise we wanted, but most importantly, this view:

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After securing the house I looked up a few things to do in Sedona and two things came up consistently, the Pink Jeep Tour Company and spa treatments. So I booked us in for a wild ride on the Broken Arrow Trail followed by a relaxing afternoon of facials, massages, and pedicures the next day. After the rough and tumble bumpy ride with 50 degree decents, we needed the massages. I didn't want to have too many scheduled activities since this was meant to be entirely relaxation time so I left the rest of the time open. We ended up spending lots of time by the pool and in the hot tub (I have the tan lines to prove it). The first night we sat out in the hot tub after dinner and just looked at the stars. It was amazing to see the Milky Way and shooting stars all around us. Also, I quickly found out that when you're in a house with 9 girls/women (nearly all of whom can cook) you spend a lot of time eating. Some people were up at 5:30am making breakfast! My great friends Maggs and Bernice were also able to supply enough wine and spirits to make sure we were never thirsty either.

I really couldn't have asked for a better birthday celebration. I was surrounded by people I care about and who also care about me. We had tons of laughs and created cherished memories. Just for that, I'd turn 30 all over again.

I know there are a lot of pictures, but with at least 5 cameras snapping away at once, what else would you expect?

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Side note:

I created this blog to keep my family and friends up-to-date on my activities abroad and never expected anyone outside of my circle to be interested in it. I just recently found out though that Kathy of "Have Suitcase - Will Travel" recommended my blog during Blog Day 2008. That's really cool! Kathy is a transplant from England to California (my opposite twin) so check out her blog if you get a chance.

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Open Season

The birthday season has officially been kicked off. I was back in the office for one day this morning and my work colleagues had a great surprise in store for me. My cube was decked out with banners and confetti and a birthday lunch was on the agenda at our staff meeting. At the end of staff they even surprised me with this:


This was followed by a great basket of goodies in the flat from my great flatmate Erin. She packaged my favorite British treat (Pimms) along with all the fixin's that go with it in a cute little basket on the kitchen counter. I even got a package from the US on my desk as well.


It was definitely a great way to get things started and this weekend I'll get to spend the big day with a bunch of my girlfriends.

Saturday, August 09, 2008

British Summer with Diana Krall

Tonight my friend Tonya, her boyfriend Thomas, and I braved the British summer to attend a picnic concert featuring Diana Krall. Tonya is a huge fan of Diana Krall and I enjoy her music as well. We'd been looking forward to this concert for awhile but staying true to the British summer, it rained all day. The picnic concert was at the gardens of the Kenwood House which is one of the many historic estates in London. When we arrrived it stayed dry long enough for us to have a short picnic and then it proceeded to pour down like cats and dogs. The rain continued to fall in buckets throughout the opening act (which wasn't memorable enough to mention here). Pools of rain kept falling off the dome covering the stage as well. Finally right before Diana Krall came out the rain finally stopped and it stayed dry nearly throughout the entire concert. She appreciated everyone being there and joked about the weather since she comes from British Columbia where it rains all of the time. At one point her husband, Elvis Costello, came on stage for a brief cameo. Since they hadn't seen each other for five weeks, Diana Krall excused herself for a moment to go snog her husband.

By the end of the concert we were completely soaked through from head to toe but we had a good time trying to stay under cover.

Tuesday, August 05, 2008

Five Hundred Twenty Five Thousand Six Hundred Minutes

Today is exactly 1 year since I stepped off that Virgin Atlantic plane onto British soil to call London my new home. I've since decided that people who make big life changing moves like this are either really brave or really naive. I was very much the latter. I decided to move to London on an expat assignment for my company without knowing anything about the office in the UK or anything about my living situation in London. I had visited London before on holiday but only stayed long enough to see a few of the major tourist sites. I still have no idea what made me think I could survive living day-to-day in London though.

I recall arriving on a Sunday afternoon and Ro (the boss) came to meet me at my temporary flat. He left me on my own for a few hours to rest and shower before we met up again to go shopping for essentials and have dinner. I showed up to the office the very next day and met a whole bunch of new faces with very strange accents. I know that in those first few days I didn't know what to make of my new colleagues and they definitely didn't know what to make of me. I think we've come to understand each other a bit better by now though. Over the next couple weeks I had to find a permanent home, buy a car, open a bank account, and learn how to drive on the wrong side of the road. There were definitely days where all I wanted to do was go home and hide under the covers.

Those days seem long gone although it has only been 1 short year. I am still amazed at all of the things that have passed in these last 525,600 minutes. I've lived in 3 different places in London, watched my first ballet, attended 3 operas, hit 200 kpm on the autobahn, went on safari, walked the steps that Jesus walked, and traveled to 3 different continents with countless cities among my visits. It has definitely been an active year.

Since I feel like this should be a reflective post, here are some of my final thoughts on the happenings of this past year.

  • Danny was right, moving to a new country really changes you so you need to decide by the 18-24 month mark to stay or go back before neither place feels like home
  • I need to make sure I stay open to new possibilities and continue to take risks, that's what has afforded me all the experiences I've had over the past year
  • Be it friends, family, or an expat community, you need to have a good base of people to help keep you going when British Telecom refuses to give you a phone line and HSBC won't let you withdraw your own money
  • Finally, don't forget to wear sunscreen - especially when you're standing out in 30C weather under direct sunlight waiting 3 and a half hours for Barack Obama to appear on stage

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Plane Food Review (continued)

Apologies for not finishing up my review of Gordon Ramsay's Plane Food. I was so excited about Berlin and the Obama speech that I decided it could wait so better late than never.

Some people, perhaps most, find Gordon Ramsay to be obnoxious, arrogant, and downright mean. They view him as just another member of the celebrity chef epidemic that has hit our TV channels, magazine racks, and radio waves in recent years. The whole concept of celebrity chefs is a topic that deserves a blog post of its own so I won't go much more into detail about my feelings on the subject here. All I'll say is that I do believe the Mario Batalis, Alice Waters, Anthony Bourdains, even Gordon Ramsays and Marco Pierre Whites of celebrity chef fame have a place in our gastronomic world. Seriously, where would our (mostly meaning Americans) palates be today without Julia Child or M.F.K. Fisher?

Gordon Ramsay - Plane Food

Now back to Plane Food. When I last left you readers I had missed my flight due to silly non-negotiable rules at Heathrow's T5. I wasn't really in the mood for retail therapy so decided this was the perfect chance to try out Plane Food. I wanted to eat there before but really, who wants to come to the airport an extra hour or so early just to eat at a new restaurant? Plane Food keeps in line with the entire T5 concept. The theme here is to offer passengers a swanky, sophisticated, upscale, and glamorous travel experience. As though you would expect Ingrid Bergman decked out in tailored gloves, matching clutch, a wide-brimmed hat strategically covering one eye and her impeccable locks to turn the corner with her porter carrying exotic crocodile skinned luggage behind her. I would say the architects and decorators delivered on this promise but perhaps not the chefs.

The food is supposed to be typical Ramsay style of traditional British fare at its best but he'll have to explain to me someday how croque madame and salmon ceviche are traditional British. To ensure its success, Ramsay brought in Stuart Gillies from his Boxwood Cafe property to run the kitchen. When the manager informed me of this I should have known what to expect from the food right then and there. I've only been to Boxwood Cafe once, but my opinion of it was good, not great, and definitely not worth the price. Plane Food was no different. I started with a small portion of the English beetroot salad including Fourme d’Ambert cheese, hazelnuts and green beans (£8). If you've ever watched an episode of Ramsay's Kitchen Nightmares, you'll know that this simple crowd-pleaser is something he tends to feature on menus. It was just that, simple and pleasing. I followed this with a small portion of the celeriac risotto with peas, pine nuts and lemon (£8). This was much more impressive than my starter and brought the meal back up to a nearly inspiring point. The celeriac was blended through the sauce along with perfectly cooked chunks mixed into the rice. The English peas were extremely bright and fresh and popped when I bit down. The rice itself also had the perfect texture for risotto, smooth and creamy with just a little bite and pine nuts to add that final crunch. Finally the sprinkling of lemon zest really made this dish bright and fresh. I really lingered over this plate. I almost passed on dessert but finished with the special dessert of the day since I figured it was the least I deserved for my troubles. And it was the special so how could I resist? The macerated strawberries with mint on a meringue with clotted cream (£6) was again another excellent example of great texture in a dish with the soft sweet strawberries on the crunchy meringue. I was worried the clotted cream would be too heavy but the overall combination of flavors and textures blended very well into a dessert that was refreshing, not too sweet, and just enough to be satisfying and not sickening.

I do applaud Ramsay (and Stuart Gillies) for staying true to his belief in fresh high-quality ingredients, although several items definitely were not sourced locally (e.g. San Daniele prosciutto). The food is solid and tasty. As I alluded to previously, the overall experience was pleasing but not impressive especially for the price (particularly since I wasn't expensing this). If you've missed your flight and have some time to kill by treating yourself to a nice meal, then I would give Plane Food a try. For myself, I will likely be sticking to the free food, alcohol, and wifi in the T5 British Airways lounge.

The Damage

1 small bottle sparking water £1.85
1 glass Albarino wine £7.00
beetroot salad £8.00 (small)
celeriac risotto £8.00 (small)
strawberry/meringue dessert £6.00

12.5% service charge £3.86

Total = £34.71

Overall rating:



2.5 (out of 5 tube stops)

Ambience: According to the website, the architects "have crafted aerodynamic lines to conjure up shapes associated with flying". My take was that it's a beautiful, open, and bright space perfect for watching the world (or planes) go by. The decor was a throwback to the art deco style of the 1920's and 1930's where inspiration came from "modern" aviation. This period is also referred to as the golden age of flight (for the western world).

Drinks: I struggled with the wines by the glass list and ended up with an innocuous Spanish Albarino. Like the food, it went well with my meal but wasn't impressive. Sitting across from the bar I could see that they do offer an extensive list of spirits (some I've been challenged to find elsewhere in the UK) along with the somewhat short wine list.

Price range: £££ (out of ££££)

Reservations: They do offer reservations if you provide your flight number and departure time. However, the restaurant was about 20% full when I was there for lunch on a Monday and I would guess their capacity is for 50-75 persons. Also back to my previous comment, I don't know how many people would really take time out to plan and arrive at the airport extra early just to eat here.

Friday, July 25, 2008

Ich Bin Ein Berliner

Like Presidents Reagan, Clinton, and Bush senior did before him, Barack Obama addressed the people of Berlin, nay the citizens of Germany and the world at large, in front of one of their beloved monuments yesterday and I was able to be there to watch it live. But wait a second, Obama isn't president yet? Well apparently that was/is the major controversy surrounding Senator Barack Obama's (the gentleman from Illinois) tour of the Middle East and Europe. It's being questioned why a non-head of state should be parading around Europe during his presidential campaign speaking about policies and treaties as though he were already elected. It has been compared to the idea of a German chancellor speaking in front of the Washington Monument.

I wasn't knowledgeable about any of this until about two days ago so I have no clear views on the subject at all. I just happened to be in Berlin for work reasons and after some long reflection, decided I should stay an extra night and watch Obama speak to the crowd of 200,000 people gathered at Siegessäule (Victory Column). I figured I don't get many chances to experience something like this so what the heck. The very site where he gave his speech was extremely controversial though in the days leading up to the event. Obama originally wanted to speak in front of the Brandenburg Gate which has become the symbol for the reunification of Germany, however, only true heads-of-state have spoken on this symbolic site. Obama and his team finally gave in and moved the site to the Siegessäule (Victory Column) which is another treasured monument and is in direct line of sight to the Brandenburg Gate. This gave Obama an opportunity to still have his pictures taken with the Brandenburg Gate in the background.

So all controversy aside it was a really amazing experience that was completely surreal. The speech itself was a bit of the pageant queen variety where Obama broadly spoke about the hot topics of the day such as the suffering in Darfur, the AIDS epidemic, global warming, and so on with no great detail or plans to address them. I did appreciate this portion of his speech:

"Will we stand for the human rights of the dissident in Burma, the blogger in Iran, or the voter in Zimbabwe? Will we give meaning to the words "never again" in Darfur?"

Although it was no "Ich bin ein Berliner" or "Mr. Gorbachev, tear down this wall!".

All in all I was just amazed to think that I was here in Berlin watching a serious contender for President of the United States give a poignant and charismatic speech standing only ~50 feet away from me. As a bonus I also had a short chat with Christiane Amanpour (CNN's emmy award winning chief international correspondent) who is/was covering the Berlin and Paris portions of Obama's trip.

The rest of Berlin was quite beautiful to see as well. I had my very own tour guide (Chief) show me all the major sites. Not only did Chief know the layout of Berlin, he was also very up to date on the political front and explained the whole Obama controversy to me so I was very lucky to have him around. Roaming around Berlin we sat on the grass in front of the Reichstag, winded our way through the Tiergarten, took pictures of the polizei in front of the Schloss Bellevue and were able to check out the nightlife in Kreuzberg (where we discovered a nut bar) and Mitte. These two neighborhoods reminded me very much of the Mission District and The Marina in San Francisco, respectively. On top of that we had some fanstastic food that included Bavarian pretzels, ice cream, and the best Vietnamese food I've had in Europe so far. Chief still owes me a ride on a water taxi down the Spree River though.

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

T5 and Plane Food

In this post I'm giving you a 2 for 1 review of Heathrow's new Terminal 5 and Gordon Ramsay's Plane Food. Terminal 5 opened up in March 2008 as the new home of the British Airways airline. It was to be the gleaming new terminal with every modern advancement in airport infrastructure imagineable that would take Heathrow's capacity from 60 million passengers per year to 90 million. As you can imagine T5's opening was a complete flop with over 20,000 bags lost in the first week and British Airways delaying the move of it's long haul flights out of the terminal for months. The 20,000+ bags were eventually sent to a company in Milan for sorting and the airline posted a "we're sorry" banner on their homepage. About a month after the opening I had a flight out of T5 and actually found it to be the best airport terminal I've ever been through. Because of the delayed moves the terminal was nearly empty and it has a wide range of dining and shopping options to keep me occupied for hours. It also has, in my opinion, the nicest and most well stocked British Airways lounge in the world that includes an Elemis Day Spa. I then became a huge proponent of T5 dispelling any rumors that there were still challenges with flying out of this terminal. But yesterday T5 failed me.

Owing to a terrible accident on the motorway, I was cutting it close to making my flight to Munich. In general I'm pretty bad about getting to the airport early anyway since I feel my time is being completely wasted just sitting around. Instead of catching the 2:10pm Heathrow Express I made it onto the 2:25pm which would get me to T5 by 2:50pm for a 3:25pm flight. I got to the terminal and ran for my life with every expectation that I would get on that plane since I had 30 minutes to go. I made it all the way to security with carry-on luggage only and boarding pass in hand by 2:53pm and was hopelessly turned away. I went to the British Airways counter fully enraged and ready to make a scene when they kindly informed me that the airport requires all passengers to clear security at T5 35 minutes before their flight departure. This is due to the fact that T5 spans the length of 5 football fields so they want to make sure you have at least 35 minutes to run from one end to the other. The British Airways manager did try to hold the flight for me, however unsuccesfully, and got me on the next flight to Munich which meant I had 2 hours to kill stuck in the airport. Since they made every attempt to get me on the flight and didn't charge me for changing my flight (you never know with these people) I decided to stay calm and not go ape sh*t.

Wtih 2 hours to kill I decided what the heck, I'll go sit down for a nice meal at Gordon Ramsay's latest overt display of arrogance called Plane Food. To be continued...

Sunday, July 06, 2008

Wahaca - Restaurant Review

I've been told by several readers that, although I take a ton of pictures and write a lot about what I eat, I need to do some proper restaurant reviews. Also, one of the most common questions I get is how is the food in London because the assumption is that the food in the UK is inedible. Since Yelp has failed me by not going international, I'll have to post my reviews on my blog. Here are the caveats on my reviews: 1) no these are not professional reviews so I'm not going to eat several times to try everything on the menu; 2) I will not go in costume unless I'm drunk or am in costume for some other reason; 3) yes the prices seem sky high if you convert to dollars, so don't; 4) these reviews are based on my tastes and opinions so if you don't agree, tough.

For my debut review I chose Wahaca restaurant near Covent Garden because a fair amount of Americans and most Californians who have relocated to the UK have been unable to find any decent Mexican food.

Wahaca - Mexican Market Eating

Wahaca was opened in 2007 by chef/owner Thomasina Miers. Although I was not here to follow the series, this was a highly anticipated opening since Chef Miers was the 2005 winner of MasterChef. As you've probably guessed, MasterChef is a BBC reality program where amateur chefs compete in weekly tasks to earn the title and take home a prize of working unpaid in a top London restaurant for one year. Chef Miers is a committee member of Slow Food in London and is a huge proponent of local farm to table sourcing so I had high expectations for Wahaca. The restaurant has also been awarded "Best Cheap Place to Eat in the UK" by The Observer Food Monthly Magazine which is a huge nod since dining out in London is decidedly always expensive or fast food.

The concept behind the food at Wahaca is Mexican market eating, the simple yet fresh and diverse food you would supposedly find walking down the streets of Oxaca, Mexico. I can't vouch for it's authenticity since I've never been to Mexico but the food at Wahaca was decidedly fresh, flavorful, and inexpensive. I ordered from the selection of smaller dishes which are served "tapas" style where you choose from a list of soft tacos, quesadillas (Mexican style), tostadas, or taquitos. They also serve soups, entree salads, and larger plates but given a choice I will always go for the variety of a few smaller dishes over one large entree.

I didn't plan my afternoon very well so by the time I reached the restaurant I was starving. I ordered the pork pibil soft tacos (£3.60) and tender, marinated chicken taquitos (£3.75). All orders are accompanied by a side of tomtaillo and tomato salsas and the restaurant's homemade habenero sauce which I didn't have the courage to try. The tacos are served in a trio with each about 1-1/2 in round. They are layered with a soft corn tortilla at the bottom, a dollop of black beans, shredded pork slow cooked in their special Yucatan marinade, and then a sprinkling of pickled red onions. The pork was moist, tender, and flavorful with the right amount of spiciness for my taste and the black beans not only added flavor but kept the pork from sliding off the tortilla. The red onions did add a nice contrasting tanginess but I would have like a little more crunch in this dish. I also added the tomato salsa on top for an added bonus. The taquitos were served in two with marinated chicken wrapped in a corn tortialla and deep fried. They were then topped with shredded lettuce, diced tomatoes, shredded Lancashire cheese, and something resembling sour cream that they call crema. Although the dish was good and I really enjoyed the texture, the chicken was a bit bland as I couldn't taste the marinade. I do applaud them for using white meat chicken, even though I prefer dark meat, since this is a cheap eats place.

I was able to finish the taquitos and two of the pork tacos and would have been fully satiated there but who could say no to churros y chocolate (£3.40). They served me three churros piped into tear drop shapes instead of the standard stick with a rich chocolate sauce. The churros were lightly sprinkled with sugar and cinnamon, a little too lightly since barely any stuck to them and I would have preferred them to be a bit denser/cakier instead of doughy in the middle. The chocolate sauce more than made up for it though since it really was a rich sauce made from dark chocolate.

All in all the food was great, especially for the price and the flavors satisfied the California-Mexican side of me. The small dishes may be a bit small for some guys with a larger appertite but just come with a group and order a few dishes here and there until you're full. Also, a few points off for naming it Wahaca (the phonetic spelling of Oaxaca) presumably because they didn't trust people to pronounce it properly.

pork pibil soft tacos £3.60
chicken taquitos £3.75
churros y chocolate £3.40
agua fresca £1.25

total = £12 (+£1 for tip which isn't bad in the UK)

Overall rating:

1/2 (out of 5 tube stops)

(I chose tube stops as my rating marker since it was appropriately thematic and also represents the distance/trouble I would go to in order to dine there)

Ambience: The idea is supposed to be Mexican outdoor market so there is a hint of an outdoors brought indoors feeling. The space seems like a converted warehouse (complete with metal rolling doors) painted in vibrant yellows, greens, and turqouise blues. There are simple metal chairs and tables with some long wooden benches for a communal feel.

Drinks: I had the agua fresca which was pretty unmentionable. They do have a good list of beers, margaritas, and other cocktails which I'll have to try next time.

Price range: £ (out of ££££)

Reservations: They don't believe in them. Afterall, you're supposed to feel like you're out in a Mexican market. I tried to go another night with a friend for dinner and it was an hour wait.

Friday, July 04, 2008

Independence Day?

I have come to the conclusion that the British really really don't like Americans. How did I come to this miraculous conclusion? Well why else would the great empire celebrate the day we seceded and gained our independence? From the moment I got up this morning it's been nothing but Happy Independence Day! One of the major morning radio shows in London aired their entire program from the Chicago Rib Shack with guests ranging from the Hoffman (David Hasselhoff) to Jack Black to celebrate "American Independence Day". To top it off the human resources director in my office brought in cakes and biscuits for the entire office. I did do my duty as a true American by surveying the sweets and informing everyone that they were not at all appropriate American treats. Instead of apple pie, ding dongs, and twinkies she brought bananas, apples, cornflakes covered in chocolate.

Happy American Independence Day and don't forget to throw your tea overboard!

Ok, I "borrowed" the rest of this posting but only for the benefit of my readers.

John Cleese’s “Letter to America”


Dear Citizens of America,

In view of your failure to elect a competent President and thus to govern yourselves, we hereby give notice of the revocation of your independence, effective immediately.
Her Sovereign Majesty, Queen Elizabeth II, will resume monarchical duties over all states, commonwealths and other territories (except Kansas, which she does not fancy), as from Monday next.

Your new prime minister, Gordon Brown, will appoint a governor for America without the need for further elections. Congress and the Senate will be disbanded. A questionnaire may be circulated next year to determine whether any of you noticed.

To aid in the transition to a British Crown Dependency, the following rules are introduced with immediate effect:

1. You should look up “revocation” in the Oxford English Dictionary. Then look up “aluminium,” and check the pronunciation guide. You will be amazed at just how wrongly you have been pronouncing it.

2. The letter ‘U’ will be reinstated in words such as ‘colour’, ‘favour’ and ‘neighbour.’ Likewise, you will learn to spell ‘doughnut’ without skipping half the letters, and the suffix “ize” will be replaced by the suffix “ise.”

3. You will learn that the suffix ‘burgh’ is pronounced ‘burra’; you may elect to spell Pittsburgh as ‘Pittsberg’ if you find you simply can’t cope with correct pronunciation.

4. Generally, you will be expected to raise your vocabulary to acceptable levels (look up “vocabulary”). Using the same twenty-seven words interspersed with filler noises such as “like” and “you know” is an unacceptable and inefficient form of communication.

5. There is no such thing as “US English.” We will let Microsoft know on your behalf. The Microsoft spell-checker will be adjusted to take account of the reinstated letter ‘u’ and the elimination of “-ize.”

6. You will relearn your original national anthem, “God Save The Queen”,
but only after fully carrying out Task #1 (see above).

7. July 4th will no longer be celebrated as a holiday. November 2nd will
be a new national holiday, but to be celebrated only in England. It will be called “Come-Uppance Day.”

8. You will learn to resolve personal issues without using guns, lawyers or therapists. The fact that you need so many lawyers and therapists shows that you’re not adult enough to be independent. Guns should only be handled by adults. If you’re not adult enough to sort things out without suing someone or speaking to a therapist then you’re not grown up enough to handle a gun.

9. Therefore, you will no longer be allowed to own or carry anything more dangerous than a vegetable peeler. A permit will be required if you wish to carry a vegetable peeler in public.

10. All American cars are hereby banned. They are crap and this is for your own good. When we show you German cars, you will understand what we mean.

11. All intersections will be replaced with roundabouts, and you will start driving on the left with immediate effect. At the same time, you will go metric immediately and without the benefit of conversion tables… Both roundabouts and metrification will help you understand the British sense of humour.

12. The Former USA will adopt UK prices on petrol (which you have been calling “gasoline”) - roughly $8/US per gallon. Get used to it.

13. You will learn to make real chips. Those things you call french fries are not real chips, and those things you insist on calling potato chips are properly called “crisps.” Real chips are thick cut, fried in animal fat, and dressed not with catsup but with malt vinegar.

14. Waiters and waitresses will be trained to be more aggressive with customers.

15. The cold tasteless stuff you insist on calling beer is not actually beer at all. Henceforth, only proper British Bitter will be referred to as “beer,” and European brews of known and accepted provenance will be referred to as “Lager.” American brands will be referred to as “Near-Frozen Gnat’s Urine,” so that all can be sold without risk of further confusion.

16. Hollywood will be required occasionally to cast English actors as good guys. Hollywood will also be required to cast English actors as English characters. Watching Andie MacDowell attempt English dialogue in “Four Weddings and a Funeral” was an experience akin to having one’s ear removed with a cheese grater.

17. You will cease playing American “football.” There is only one kind of proper football; you call it “soccer”. Those of you brave enough, in time, will be allowed to play rugby (which has some similarities to American “football”, but does not involve stopping for a rest every twenty seconds or wearing full kevlar body armour like a
bunch of Jessies - English slang for “Big Girls Blouse”).

18. Further, you will stop playing baseball. It is not reasonable to host an event called the “World Series” for a game which is not played outside of America. Since only 2.1% of you are aware that there is a world beyond your borders, your error is understandable and forgiven.

19. You must tell us who killed JFK. It’s been driving us mad.

20. An internal revenue agent (i.e. tax collector) from Her Majesty’s Government will be with you shortly to ensure the acquisition of all monies due, backdated to 1776.

Thank you for your co-operation.
John Cleese