Goodbye hangouts

Goodbye Vince Young's house.

Callie wanted me to post this. She loved the dog park. But Erinn and I kinda thought it smelled too much like pee.

Adios Chavez Ravine. A classic ballpark with none of the fancy amenities you see nowadays. Just like it should be.

If I knew goodbye in Korean, this is where I'd say it (Jeff?). What would a party for Katie be without karaoke?

Santa Anita. Simon was lucky enough to be born right across the street.

Goodbye good eats (pt. 2)

Food. That's really what it's all about. While Austin is the epicenter of Barbeque and Tex-Mex, we found there's more out there. Here's what else we learned how to eat while out in Southern California...

Banh Mi. I guess it's Vietnamese for sandwich. I like to think of it as English for "cheap eats." Pictured above cost me $4.87. I don't know which is which, but I ordered a Cha Lua, a Thit Nuong, and a Bi. One of them is BBQ Pork, another is Pork Skin (cracklins, I guess?), and the last one is meat loaf. But it's not the meat loaf like you and I are used to. Oh well. As they say, "when in Alhambra..."

Dodger Dogs. It hangs over the bun. That's crazy. They're giving you more "meat" than you paid for. You're actually making money eating one of these.

I learned how to properly use my wok. And I used ingredients like fermented black beans, sriracha and sesame oil.

Good ol Tri-tip. You're the shotgun wedding of smoked brisket. Fast and dirty. While a brisket might take 12 hours, you take 45 minutes max and still taste just as good. From what I've heard about the meat packers, all the tri-tips go to California and all the briskets go to Texas. Damn shame there isn't more diversity in America.

The taco truck taco. When I worked as a furniture mover for the State of Texas out of high school, the guys I worked with called the taco trucks "roach coaches." It took a lot of courage to finally step up to the counter. I'm glad I finally did.

Ahh, sushi. I don't think I can trust it in Texas, no matter how fresh.


L.A. thanks for feeding us these past four years.

Goodbyes (pt. 1)

Goodbye 1500. You were good to us.

With your giant living that we couldn't fill.

And your tall toilet, complete with handi-capable pole.

Adios, South Pas.

Moving truck comes tomorrow

Must be Italian.

Slackers. Neither lifted a finger to help us.

I swung by Trader Joes to pick up some boxes by their dumpster. It wasn't until I got home that I realized Dan is probably upset. Sorry Dan, whoever you are.

Let's hope all this fits.

Two ways to pack

Erinn's way. Neat, organized, little colored dots indicating where the boxes will go in the new house...

And my way. Whatever fits in a box.

Simon loves his paci...

 

 

...and so does Callie.

 

Last In-N-Out?

We had what could be our last In-n-Out today. I won't say it's our last, because we might pick one up on our way to the airport next week. It was tremendous as always.

Look at that grease trying to get out of the bag. Fantastic.

Three burgers?

Here's why I got three. On the burger wrapper is Revelation 3:20. I looked it up and it says

“Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and dine with him, and he with Me”

So I got the third for JC in case he was going to stop by. Unfortunately by the time he showed up, I was halfway through the burger. I gave him some fries instead.

Never before have I wanted to eat a receipt. Until now.

Summer's hit South Pas

We hit 100 degrees and Simon didn't melt, especially with his sleeveless shirt. He's ready for Austin.

Sunday's best