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Ten Courses and a Martini

Best tasting menu was voted as Shoto at Momofuku. I had been wanting to go to Momofuku ever since I got wind of it, before it even opened. One hitch: the price is exorbitant to say the least. I was ready to settle for the first floor noodle bar (in total Momofuku is three floors, three restaurants). I filed Momofuku away under “places I will eventually eat at” (Charlie Trotter’s being recently removed from that list, as he recently died; Chez Panisse still being on that list given they had a kitchen fire a few days before we were to eat there) along with Noma, and Moto (which is closest of them all, in Chicago AND now has a Michelin star*).

My jaw dropped when Brent said the reservations had been made for us at Shoto. What?! I thought for his birthday dinner we’d maybe go out somewhere for a nice steak. I was not expecting a $150 ten-course chef’s tasting menu at a swank restaurant.

The set-up at Momofuku is well done: the patrons sit at a bar around the kitchen. If you are not eating, you are watching the chef’s in a choreographed dance of prepping dishes. There were 5-6 chefs, in a rather small space and somehow no one ran into anyone and it all (at least appeared) to go off without a hitch. Every dish was presented to each party individually, the chef would explain what was in it. Thankfully we were given a menu at the end so we could double-check if what we heard was in fact what it was.

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The meal started off with a few small amuse bouches, they were good and fun to eat. One was so basic and simple and yet it was our first (and not last) “oh wow” moment of the night. What was this fabulous dish we could not contain our enjoyment of? A square of rice held together with and fried in pork fat. The end. So simple, yet so delicious.There were a few other dishes that made us exclaim in foodie-joy. The pork fat rice was the only one where we simultaneously turned to each other and made faces. It is hard to say what the bset dish of the night was.

Was it the octopus, feta, black olives and broccoli dish? It made three things I hate: feta, olives and broccoli all delicious! For the first time in my life I actually (and happily) ate my veggies. But right after that we had a bite of the scallop dish and we were in heaven. I also hate scallops. But these were prepared in such a way that they tasted delicious, salty and saucy. As it turns out is also possible to make turnips taste good. I really thought they were food-world goners. Honest.

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One of the best dishes was a raw oyster with a dash of green chile on top. But I admit, I am biased, I love green chiles and have been in withdrawl the past month. Around the 7th course, which is the largest the staff check up on people to see if any white flags are being waved yet.Apparently a lot of people get beat by the ten courses, we were shocked. How can you pay so much, for amazing food, and not eat it all?

We decided against the option of pairings because we had plans to go for best martinis after dinner. The woman beside me however did order the pairings. We did not miss much, a lot of white wine. The only that caught my eye was the late harvest wine from the Niagara region. But it is all listed on the menu we were given afterwards. The woman beside me should not have had the pairings, she could not hold her liquor and it was bad. She invited a chef back to her hotel room to party. He declined saying he had a girlfriend. The woman later told him that she will break them up and get him. At some point he asked her how the courses so far had been, she said, and I quote, “I feel like a baby, trying food for the first time. You changed my world.” Did I mention that she said this really loudly, borderline screaming? He gave an awkward smile and walked away.

The people beside Brent did not know that it was a set menu, the woman was anxious about getting to order off of a menu. She was also full about halfway through the menu. Looking around we appeared to be the only normal people there. We saw an middle-aged business man with a rather old blonde, who started taking pictures together, even getting the chefs to take their photo. Then he would (loudly) explain business stuff to her. I should not have been able to hear him. Across the kitchen from us was a spray-tanned yellow-blonde middle aged man who I swear in his facial expressions looked like the dorky guy from Brooklyn 99, I half expected him to drop his muffin and instead exclaim in a Guy Fieri voice (he had the hair of Fieri) “I dropped my muffin.” Somehow Brent did not see the resemblance. There was also a mother there with her 14 year old son. It is not good when I am the standard for normal.

All in all Momofuku was fun. The food was amazing (easily one of my top meals of all time). The staff were awesome. Brent asked one chef how to make burnt mustard and he happily explained it to us. A great place to go for a splurge dinner. Unless you have a weirdo aversion or are super picky about your food and you simply refuse to eat celeriac ice cream. Yup, ice cream made from celery root. They can’t all be hits.

Satiated and not overstuffed, having eaten the perfect amount of food (I have no idea what those “can’t finish the whole menu” people were thinking). We stopped at the Consort Bar at the King Edward Hotel for best martinis on our way home. I joked about having two martinis- only I wasn’t joking, I really thought I could do it: drink two martinis. Hah! Brent had the original, I changed my mind from the pomegranate one (which had gold flakes) to the King George V, because it was actually a martini (except sweet vermouth instead of dry) but with a dash of orange juice. I can see why they are voted best and why the $20 price tag. The martinis were rather large, but also made with alcohol brands I had never even heard of. I had a sip of Brent’s and immediately regretted it. Really martinis are gross, olives are gross, gin is gross. I was not having it. Nor was I having a second martini. Turns out martinis, real ones, are strong as heck. Needless to say I nursed my martini. It hit in me slow intervals but the worst was the morning after. No matter how much Gatorade I drink, my mouth still feels dry.

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* I could go on and on about why I want to eat at Moto rather than anywhere else. I have wanted to go there before they got their Michelin star. Ever since I caught sight of the Modernist Cuisine cookbooks (which I also want to buy). Then I found out about their dessert nachos and I was even more in love. Add in their recent smores dessert dish?! HEAVEN.  

 

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Hungry Insomniac: Shawarma

We had learned from our previous foray into best late night food not to get snacks beforehand. I had been hoping that Ali Baba’s Middle Eastern would deliver to us, so we wouldn’t even have to leave the house (it is November- the weather sucks) to eat best late night shawarma and falafel. Alas, we were out of the delivery range and thus out of luck. We would have to walk the 20 minutes to get our late-night dinner.  Brent was set on ordering two, I got only one, and even that proved to be a bit much towards the end.

Shawarmas are a very messy food, all neatly wrapped up in a pita. As soon as you take one bite you unleash a pandora’s box of tomatoes, lettuce, meat (in my case chicken), red cabbage and everything else. There was hummus all down the side of mine. It did not help that we were watching Roman Holiday, thus I would only periodically look down and see a piece of chicken with some lettuce affixed to it via hummus on the floor. Messy but tasty. You get an entire meal conveniently wrapped up in a pita. Furthermore, everything in there is so mixed up it is impossible to pick anything out: they got me to eat tomatoes. My only question about why it was voted best: is it because there is one on every corner downtown?

 

Hungry Insomniac: Enough Food for an Army

Another in our series of best late night eats was best late night, and best delivery, Chinese food from New Ho King. I am not a big fan of these best “late night” foods, as it tastes the same if I were to eat it at 5 in the afternoon. I hate having to wait around (even though most of these places are open earlier in the day too) before getting to eat. I start snacking on stuff, which is exactly what happened: we ended up going to Shoppers and getting some chips, soda and candy to hold us over until the evening. We had also run out of TV to watch and so a Simpsons marathon ensued, watching Season 3 only reminded me how bad The Simpsons has gotten. The episodes we were watching were from 1991-1992.

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We ordered 3 dishes and 1 appetizer, a stuffed crab claw that I insisted on having: it was delicious and so much fun to eat. Turns out 3 dishes was way too much food. We had before us a feast of spicy chicken, calamari and chicken-fried rice. Two platefuls later I was moaning, I had eaten way too much. Even still, with multiple platefuls each and some occasional snacking after we barely made a dent in it all. We had an entire meal in leftovers alone. The spicy calamari was even tastier cold. It was all delicious but it was too much.

 

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A Stud & A Dud

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I finally had almost all the ingredients for yogurt chili rub chicken, all I needed were some jalapenos. I was a bit worried, as I had heard (and seen) horror stories of people handling them and then rubbing their eyes. Thankfully nothing so disastrous happened. The only real disaster with this recipe was the pan afterwards. I have learned for next time to wrap the chicken in tinfoil before placing it in the pan because scraping off baked on yogurt sauce is no picnic. I soaked it overnight and still no-go, I had to scratch it off with a knife.

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I hadn’t cooked off Pinterest in a while and felt I was on a roll so I decided to keep things going by baking a strawberry-lemon bundt cake. I still had the Greek yogurt out from the previous recipe, so I just used that in place of butter- that way I could have my cake and eat it too (hah). Turns out an uber-healthy cake with no butter/oil/margarine is a disaster in the making. I turned it out of the tiny bundt pan (I finally got around to using it) and it looked like an oversized donut, that was OK. The trouble started when I tried to cut a slice. It was gelatinous. Remember jello-yogurt, that horrible snack from the 90s? It was like that crossed with about 10% close resemblance to cake. It was gnarly and so I tossed it along with the rest of the batter (my bundt pan was so small I had to split the batter in two).

No more baking with Greek yogurt, butter and margarine for the win!

 
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Posted by on November 26, 2013 in I Will One Day Attempt To Make This

 

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Seven Lives, Seven Tacos

Our original plan for the evening was to get best ramen, alas the line was out the door and people were literally waiting around outside- in the rain! It was so cold outside! We went to Kensington instead.

Of all the things we had learned in our previous fooding adventures, I am not sure why this one regret stuck out for us: we had gone to Hot Doug’s in Chicago, waited in a line-up around the corner for over an hour.. and in the end each ordered only 1 weird hotdog, and no regular plain old hotdog to compare. Regret. Now when it came time to eat the best tacos in the city, newly voted Seven Lives we each planned on getting two. Until we got in there and started debating over which tacos to get. That is how Brent ended up ordering “one of each, except the daily special” which was sold out anyways. That was 7 tacos between the two of us. And these were no small tacos: they were behemoths. Giant messy behemoths. I ended up with so much onion bits and sauce down my sleeves, it was getting annoying. There was no clean way to eat the tacos, just a giant mess, bits falling out the side, sauce all over.

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The majority of the tacos were seafood based (which explains the name and the reason why their logo is a cat). Seafood is all well and good- in small amounts. Too much makes me feel ill, and we did not have enough non-seafood tacos to balance it out. The pork taco was amazing, but it did not hold a candle to the spicy shrimp. The octopus taco was good, but it was piping hot compared to the rest and thus I did not get to eat much of it. On the side I had sangria soda, it was good but a little too sweet.

We walked back in the cold horrible rain, plastic bags of a takeout containers in tow. We had ordered too much food and would continue eating once we got home. We ended up stopping at 7-Eleven as well to top off the night with some Phish Food Ben & Jerry’s ice cream (it’s finally here in Canada!!!!!!!!).

As it turns out, tacos are not a good leftover food. They don’t survive so well once they have cooled down. Were they the best tacos in the city? They were pretty good, but better than Grand Electric? Yes. Better than Tacos El Asador? No, I liked Tacos El Asador for their size and simplicity, there was nothing out of the ordinary about them (compared to Seven Lives’ one really odd taco we had with cactus): just meat, tomatoes, onions etc…

 

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BLT? Blech-LT!

There are moments during our journey eating through the best of Toronto when I reach an impasse. I find myself staring down something I don’t want to, nay, I refuse to eat. Majority of the time it is something I have had before, multiple times in multiple ways, and still do not like. For those dishes (most notably best salad), Brent will order it and I will have one tiny bite, so I can at least say I tried it.

The best of list really hit the trifecta with the best BLT from Brick Street Bakery: I hate tomatoes, can barely stand lettuce and I don’t exactly love bacon (unless I haven’t had it in forever). Instead I opted for the cutely (and aptly) named Boxing Day which consisted of freshly baked bread, turkey, stuffing and cranberry sauce. It was more than just a tasty sandwich. It was giant and basically a full meal. I only ended up eating one half, the other ended up in the fridge…. leftover leftovers-sandwich. Hah.

BLTs are just not my cup of tea.

 

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George St. Diner

If there is one food item that benefits from simplicity it is grilled cheese. All you need is good bread and good cheese, heat it up (even, dare I say it, when desperate microwave it) and voila: the perfect food item. It is no surprise that it has become a mid-fall tradition, last year we went to The Grilled Cheese, this year we went to the city’s best diner: George St. Diner. It just so happened to be a place I was quite familiar with: years ago when I was a student at George Brown College I had always wanted to go there for lunch and somehow I just never got around to it- until a Wednesday night years (I felt really old when I realized how many years) later.

I was a little apprehensive about the grilled cheese, the internet abounded with rumours of a tomato in the middle of it, but the menu said nothing about it so I kept my mouth shut and hoped for the best. I got lucky: there was no tomato, just glorious cheese and amazingly good bread. As if grilled cheese was not good enough on its own: THE BREAD WAS LIGHTLY BUTTERED. Each bite was like a piece of heaven. The portions were of a good size, there were just enough fries on the side. I did not care for the salad on the side, but that is just my hatred of salads. I had just enough room to steal a few bites of Brent’s Irish breakfast plate.

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It was a bit odd to be sipping a glass of red wine in a dimly lit, empty diner in a not-so-great part of Toronto. We topped off our dinner with dessert: a marshmallow chocolate square and a  chocolate chip cookie. Very simple yet exquisitely delicious. It was worth the rather sketch walk and having to go around the weird drunk and detouring around Moss Park (which Google Maps suggested we walk right through).

 

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Four States, 2013: Day 11

Mon. Oct. 14, 2013:

The 4am wake-up was a piece of cake given how early we had gone to bed. Surprisingly there was a person at the front desk to call the shuttle for us. Not so surprisingly, we were the only ones taking the airport shuttle. We got there so early that the security screening was not even open yet. The security guard was telling people to sit in the lounge nearby. No sooner had I sat down did I have to get right back up again, not an easy task when you are weighed down with a giant backpack.

As we walked to our gate I noticed a sign for Route 66 listed underneath Quizno’s. I was intrigued and had to go investigate. Wandering around the airport at 4:30 in the morning is mildly creepy, it is so empty and I was afraid to take any pictures of what turned out to be a Route 66 diner. Even the lights in the airport were dimmed. Apparently it was too early to even turn on the air-conditioning, I was roasting like a Thanksgiving turkey (it was Thanksgiving Day back home in Canada).

The donuts had made their way with us through security, somehow not getting “confiscated” even after the box was x-rayed and it was plain as day that the box contained delicious donuts. They survived the flight to Denver as it was too early in the day to be eating donuts. The Azteca was disappointing; it lacked the spicy kick of the chili flavour. The French toast donut tasted exactly as what was promised. After all that sweet I was in desperate need of salty. We were nowhere near a food court and our flight would be boarding soon, I had to settle for some Sun Chips from a nearby vendor. How I would have loved to go to the food court on the next floor up, they had a Ben & Jerry’s up there. This was also our first vacation wherein we did not have any Ben & Jerry’s ice cream at all.

The impossibly-loud snoring lady from Albuquerque rejoined us on our connecting flight to Toronto. We were surprised she had even made it on the first flight from Albuquerque to Denver as she was sawing wood in the airport lounge last time we saw her.

 
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Posted by on November 16, 2013 in Adventures of Pinka!, Travel

 

Four States, 2013: Day 10

Sun. Oct. 13, 2013:

I was not going to chance it again with terrible in-room coffee; I went out to Walgreens in search of breakfast food (and food for the fight) and McDonald’s for coffee. Along the way I had a craving for a McSundae- apparently McDonalds doesn’t serve ice cream during breakfast hours, not sure why, the machine is right there. I ended up eating some of my plane food, rainbow coloured goldfish crackers (they just tasted like regular goldfish crackers).

As we planned out our day we found out that the hotel we were in was ON Route 66 (pre-1937, but still it counts for something). We planned it so that we would drive along as much of old Route 66 as we could back to Albuquerque. There weren’t any signs telling us that we were on Route 66 and there was really not that much to see. We ended up driving a bit too far along it, but we caught it and did not have to backtrack too far to get to the I-25. Soon enough we were back on pre-1937 Route 66, it was just open landscape, no strip motels or gas stations, just trees and fields running alongside some train tracks.

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Soon enough we were back on Central Ave (aka Route 66) in Albuquerque. The lamppost had a banner hanging from it: Route 66, Doggone Cool. We tried to go to The Grove (Breaking Bad stop #9) for some chamomile tea with Stevia, alas it is a really popular place and we just happened to be there on a Sunday during brunch on the closing weekend of Balloon Fiesta: it was a zoo. The place was completely full; any open space was filled with lines of people getting stuff to go. We walked in, looked around, turned right around and left. Up next we stopped at the Coronado Mall so I could get in some requisite shopping- only the mall was closed, it was only 10:30am. The only store that was open was Dick’s Sporting Goods, where Brent took his sweet time picking out a pair of running shoes. We figured the mall had to open at 11am, right? Wrong: we wandered the mall like old people, eating a giant (twice as big as the usual giant ones) white chocolate macadamia cookie. Finally a few department stores opened and off I went in search of cheap goods. All the other stores followed suit around noon. I spent two hours searching and all I got was 1 shirt, a sassy Nike shirt that said: chase this. It wasn’t a total loss, but if Macy’s had opened earlier we could have left sooner.

I was so hungry, but it made more sense to go get the car washed first, at where else but Octopus Carwash. There was a huge line, but it moved really quickly and we were through in no time. As the car was cleaned, we walked through and gawked at all the Breaking Bad stuff, but the vending machine was nowhere to be found, there was another one but it had a glass front and was therefore horrible for a stash. The car came out shiny and squeaky clean, no more smooshed bugs on the windshield, no more red mud all over.

Finally we were going to get something to eat: Breaking Bad donuts, called Blue Sky. While not featured on the show, they looked delicious and we could not resist. We ordered a half dozen (Blue Sky, Homer, red velvet with chocolate icing, Azteca with cinnamon and chili, French toast and birthday cake). The craving was unbearable; we sat right down and ate 2 donuts: the Homer (pink icing and sprinkles) and the Blue Sky (white icing and blue rock candy). Both were delicious, and you could tell that they were freshly made. We had barely made it to the car and already the French toast donut had started greasing through the box.

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Donuts are not lunch or dinner, they are dessert. In keeping with the spirit of getting things out of order, we drove to Venezia’s (Breaking Bad stop #10) for a roof pizza. The plan was to order a pizza, have one slice each and eat it cold for dinner later. What we did not anticipate was the green chile, pepperoni and Canadian bacon pizza being piping hot. The box did not have the Venezia logo on it, and the pizza was cut into slices but it still counted. We tossed the pizza in the backseat and headed to Breaking Bad stop #11, Garduno’s for made-at-the-table fresh guacamole. Finally we were going to have lunch. I was starving, and the pizza smell wafting in from the backseat was not helping matters. Driving along, we passed an abandoned roller coaster behind a Taco Bell, it was really weird and out of place.

While we waited for our pizza we had found a list in a newspaper of Albuquerque’s best of’s. Garduno’s was voted best margarita, and glancing over their drink menu I could see why: they had about 10 different margaritas listed. Luckily Gardunos’ was not busy at all; they were just closing out their brunch menu and starting on lunch/dinner. To start I had a pink margarita, but our waiter took the menu so I had to remember another one. Only after placing my order did I see that they had a champagne margarita, alas it was only available during brunch.

The guacamole made fresh at the table seemed like a good idea at the time, only we had a really awkward waiter and now had to sit there while he made our guacamole for us and made small talk. He popped by a few minutes later to ask how it was. He kept saying “cool, cool” in response to everything. It was worth the awkward because the guacamole was amazing. Instead of free bread, there chips & salsa: we almost made the mistake of getting a second basket. I ordered a chicken dish that had red chiles, during our whole trip I had yet to encounter them and would have been remiss had I not tried them. Red chiles are much spicier than green. My second margarita (a blue margarita, it was the only thing I could remember) arrived shortly after our food. It was giant, twice as big as the first one. It was also a blended frozen one, and much sweeter, garnished with coconut. It would be dessert: a dessert that would make my ribs freeze and hurt, prompting me to ask why I don’t get brain freeze like other people. I walked right into it when Brent said it was because I don’t have a brain.

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We stopped at Target alas I could not find the grey boots I was looking for and I came to the conclusion that I cannot pull of wearing moto-boots. The soda selection there was just awful. Trying to get to our hotel was a bit tedious, as we had to wind through the airport but that is what happens when you get a hotel right next door to the airport.

No sooner had I plotzed on the bed, watching Bruce Almighty, it was time to get back up. We had to go to the gas station, fill up the tank and return the car to the rental agency. We stopped at the gift shop downstairs wherein I found the motherload of souvenirs: a Route 66 shirt, Route 66 postcard and with my purchase I could get a hot-air balloon pin for a penny! Score! After returning the car we sat waiting for the hotel shuttle that was supposed to run every 15-30 minutes. At the 45 minute mark we gave up and took the airport shuttle, and from the airport took the hotel shuttle.

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Before going back to the room I demanded we play a game of chess. In the lobby they had a table with GIANT chess pieces set up and I could not stop thinking about it.  Somehow I managed to lose at chess, it did not help that I did not know the more complex rules such as “castling” and other such things.  Eating a slice of pizza and half a donut while watching The Amazing Race turned out to be a bad idea- my stomach started hurting really bad. We had wanted to watch The Walking Dead, but for some reason it was shown at a different time. And our back-up show, Family Guy wasn’t open because of baseball. Going to bed at 9pm is not such a bad idea when you have to get up at 4am the next morning to catch a flight home.

 
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Posted by on November 16, 2013 in Adventures of Pinka!, Travel

 

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Four States, 2013: Day 9

Sat. Oct. 12, 2013:

There is no better way to spend a Saturday morning than laying bed eating M&Ms and Oreos while watching Spongebob Squarepants. I had to settle for in-room coffee as the hotel did not offer free breakfast. We were awake so early that nothing in downtown Santa Fe was open yet. First we drove to the Santa Fe Opera House; an outdoor amphitheatre which somehow, given the season is over, we did not anticipate being closed. We could barely even get a glimpse of it from the road.

We drove downtown and left the car in a parking lot. Downtown is a bit of an exaggeration, more like the main strip really. We had about an hour before the Georgia O’Keefe museum opened. We got lost trying to find the State Capitol building and instead chanced upon a Porsche car show in the town square. There was no tourist information kiosk in sight so we wandered around, backtracked in the other direction and eventually found the State Capitol. It was round, we circled it, but really there was not much to see at all, except for making a joke about no corner office.

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Back at the main strip we still had so much time to kill. Even with getting lost and backtracking, it had taken barely any time. We wandered up and down the rows of Porsches aimlessly. Eventually we gave up and just went to the Georgia O’Keefe museum; we might as well just wait out the last 8 minutes. There was a sign out front that said the gift shop was open. There were some people leaving so we went in and asked if we could buy our tickets now to save some time. Everyone looked alarmed, wondering how we had managed to get in. We explained that he door was open, not understanding their confusion. The security guard had to walk us to the door. It was awkward and rather than stand outside for the final 5 minutes we wandered up and down the street. We got back just as they were opening the doors. We got through the whole museum in 18 minutes, I joked that it was almost $1/minute.

The museum had taken significantly less time than we had expected so we went down the street to the Santa Fe art museum. It was a smaller collection than most art museums we had been to. They more than made up for it with their detailed notes from the curator and a specialist. Possibly the reason the collection was so small: no religious paintings.

My stomach was starting to growl. Browsing two museums before noon can really make a person hungry. We went to Rooftop Pizza for lunch and split two 12” pizzas. Brent had the Santa Fe: blue corn crust, alfredo sauce, chicken, green chiles and pine nuts. I was less adventurous with pepperonis, Canadian bacon and Italian hot peppers. It wasn’t even a contest; I won despite the lack of green chiles. We finished eating and it was barely past noon. We still had an hour and 45 minutes before we had to leave for the spa.

I dragged Brent to a souvenir shop but nothing caught my fancy. We wandered the car show yet again, it was packed: there were so many more cars and people. But we realized there was no way we would be able to spend 1.5 hours looking at Porsches. We opted instead for the New Mexico history museum. It was a huge museum and towards the end we actually had to hurry. Unfortunately it was the cowboys exhibit we had to hurry through. I had recently played through Red Dead Redemption and was so amused to be finding guns throughout the exhibit from the game. The crowning moment was when I saw the Winchester Repeater in a case (my go-to weapon in the game, but also because I want to one day to go to the Winchester House).

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We had done it: we managed to see all 3 museums in downtown Santa Fe, a new record for us. What better way to celebrate than by going to the spa. Even still we got there early. Brent went off to the communal tub, while I lazed about in a kimono sipping lemon water, waiting for my masseuse. The Yasuragi Head & Neck Treatment was amazing. I did not even realize how much tension there was in my head & neck, it was actually painfully tight at times. She actually had to tell me to relax and let my head drop. At the end she put a warm towel over my face and massaged my legs. It was amazing and I could not believe how relaxed I felt afterwards, it floored me. I waited for Brent near the entrance. They had set up a mini hot tub for people to soak their feet. My legs were so nice & warm, but the rest of me was freezing cold & shivering: it was an odd feeling.

Back in the hotel we still had some time before dinner. Time well spent eating Oreos and playing Candy Crush. We had dinner reservations at the Inn of the Anasazi: it was the only reason I had used up precious luggage space to pack fancy clothes. We had looked at the menu beforehand so we would not waste any time once we got there, we were starving.  I had the venison filet (previously elk on the menu) and Brent had the pork loin and belly. We traded halfway, but one bite and we traded back. Both of us claimed to be the winners, saying what we had ordered was clearly the best and the other person was just plain nuts for not liking it. To illustrate how good my dish was: it made me freewillingly eat beets. With dinner I had New Mexico wine, nothing outstanding really. When we had looked up the dessert menu online there was nothing that piqued our interest, the mango crème brulee seemed like it could be good but also a high potential for disaster. When it came time for dessert, rather making sure nothing had changed from what was listed online we just got the bill. The craving for dessert did not subside and I ended up going to McDonalds to get a hot chocolate. We had not made the mistake of ordering appetizers to start our dinner and thus we could enjoy cold pizza that night while watching TV.

 
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Posted by on November 15, 2013 in Adventures of Pinka!, Travel

 

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