Thursday, October 28, 2010

Pragueberfest Part 4 of

Alright I'm getting a bit sick of writing about Praguberfest. It's been close to a month and I'm still writing about it. I should've moved on to more relevant topics such as "Farting. Acceptable on the 2nd date?" or "Why do the French strike so much?" Unfortunately all you get are more pics of Praguberfest. You get a two post blitz so I can get this over with. Hope you're prepared. Here....we.....go!














Prague Castle with the Cathedral in the foreground. Blistering start to this post. Someone in my Transnational Manager class mentioned that Japanese people don't get sarcasm. Does that mean I only half get the sarcasm? Was there a bit of truth interspersed with the sarcasm? I'll never know. 














Guards ready to fight off rabid tourists. What they're guarding I have no idea.














The main plaza. I'm imagining public executions being carried out here. Or a parade. Maybe both at the same time. Execuparade. Fun for the whole family.


















Main cathedral. If I remember correctly it took approximately 700 years for them to finish the cathedral. Imagine spending your entire life working on it and realizing that you're 1/10 done. I can't even get through an essay without feeling like there's never an end and that I should just quit school and become a mime. Those people back in the day had work ethic and a severe fear of G-O-D. *lightning bolt*


















It's stained.


















Crowds of people admiring the architecture. Over here you'll see....






















Gotta admire the majesticness of church architecture. I've heard varying stories as to why churches are always  so grandiose but I just see it as a way for priests to justify their power back in the day. People are awed by the church, awed by the power of the church, awed by the power of the priest. With great power comes great responsibility. I'll leave it up to you to debate whether religion has been responsible. Ooh a theological discussion. Exciting. 


















A large silver religious thingie. I forgot what it was. Thingie sounds appropriate.


















More of the silver thingie. I think they said the thing weighed a ton. Like literally. Like no way!.


















We got all excited and mentally prepared to do this climb up the Great South Tower and then found out it cost extra. No thanks.


















The backside of the church. Flying buttrii.














All that sightseeing made us hungry. I think the SO got fish. I got the pork knuckle. When in Rome right?














View of the surrounding area.



I would never consider Budweiser special but this is special because it's the real Budweiser. Prepare to be beer cultured.

"Anheuser-Busch markets its product as "Bud" (in France and elsewhere) and "Anheuser-Busch B" (in Germany), where the beer brewed in the original city retains the rights to the name. The United Kingdom is one of the few places where both Anheuser-Busch and Budvar beer are sold under the name "Budweiser." In the U.S., the original beer from České Budějovice is sold under the name "Czechvar"."

We decided to check out this Eiffel Tower of Prague so headed off into the hills of Prague. 















Roads can't contain B-Hizzle.


















Maybe roads can contain B-Hizzle.


















Not pictured. The SO and I saving 2 euros by using the stairs instead of taking the elevator. We do physical activities sometimes. Especially when it saves us money.


























View was definitely worth it.


























You can see the Charles Bridge on the right hand side.


















The SO loves European Fanta. She says it tastes better than American Fanta. Might be time to take away her US Passport says the guy who goes to Canadian thanksgiving.

To celebrate one of our travelling companion's birthday it was decided that we go big and eat at the only star Michelin restaurant in the Czech Republic, Allegro at the Four Seasons. Since I have no idea what we were eating here you're gonna just have to enjoy the pictures and imagine the taste. 















I can tell this is scallops. Way to go me!

























The SO went to the bathroom and they were kind enough to place an astronauts helmet to keep it warm. They better be doing stuff like this for 50/plate. I was half expecting a foot massage too.


Was fiddling around with the various functions of the camera. I call it Green Shadows.
The weather the next day was spectacular so I took this picture of balls. I see flower balls with a metal pole. Is it just me that sees that? 



















The Charles Hotel. I'm assuming its fancy.


















The Powder Tower. They used to hold all the gunpowder in this tower. How it didn't blow up during its period of use is beyond me.














I don't even know what to think of this. How do you steer? Is there a dominant seat? What if you have two guys who are trying to impress a lady. Do they just go in circles without progressing? Whoever came up with this contraption clearly didn't think through the whole 2 guys trying to woo the girl scenario.






















The famous Astronomical Clock. The thing's got signs of the zodiac, sun/moon position and actual time too. This thing was made 60 years before the Spanish Inquisition and 270 years before the Salem Witch Trials. How is it that science can be so advanced yet people thought old women were witches or that only Catholicism should be allowed. Hell, if I saw the guy making the clock I'd suggest that he's a witch or that I was turned into a newt but got better.





















Inside the clock tower. We actually walked up because the elevators were taking too long not because we were cheap.


















One of the clock mechanisms.


















Vertigo inducing.














View from the top.
















In the US shots like this would not be possible because they would have safety nets or fences to keep you from throwing yourself over the side. In Europe they believe in Darwinism.














The skeleton represents Death and the passage of time. The dude in the turban is the "Infidel Turk". Not my words. Some Turk hating Wikipedia editor.

The guy holding the mirror is Vanity. "Next, a stereotypical Jew holding a bag of gold represents greed or usury." I swear the whoever wrote the Wikipedia article is a raging racist. 


















We needed a beer break so we sat down at this cafe with a great view of the Charles Bridge.














The view was great until other people decided that this view was awesome.














Thanks for blocking the view. This view is so much better.


















Okay. Feeling better now.


















We were running out of stuff to do so we checked out the Museum of Communism. Behold the glory of Communism.


















Special Russian space flight. I give you good price for authentic suit. Wear for birthdays. Guarantee boom.

The Americans weren't aggressive. They were just being excessively friendly with their nuclear weapons. 














Typical Russian factory. Labor conditions on par with those of an auditor. Windowless room full of cabinets. Asbestos included for free.

I glanced at the teaching materials and it seemed pretty basic. America is the devil. Communism is the only way to happiness. The collective good is more important than individual needs. I'd say pretty typical Commie stuff. I was hoping for more pictures of America peeing on Russia or Russia invading America. 
There had to have been 100 little figurines and statues on this one table. Of course the one I immediately hone in on is the one where the muscled worker is giving his friend a "massage".















Yeah those shelves look solid. I've seen better craftsmanship in an IKEA shelf.


















Kim Jung Il would be so pround.














They had this mortar set-up just chilling in the corner.

He is ready to kill some democracy. 














A very friendly looking interrogation room. They should've blacked out the curtains and added some fake blood and/or broken teeth on the ground. That's how you add ambiance.















Totally lacking in reality. 1) That phone has to have a dent from being slammed into someone's skull. 2) There should be handcuff marks on the chairs and 3) I don't see a single beating baton anywhere. Sheesh. Where's the realism Museum of Communism? The imaginative mind of an only child. Another reason why I'm having at least 2 kids.

For dinner.....














Thai food at Noi! Quite possibly THE BEST THAI FOOD I've ever had in my life. It was simply amazing. I asked how the hell is their food so authentic and found out they imported a chef in from Thailand. I don't know if imported is the right word. Smuggled?


A great way to end a great day in Prague. There's only one more day left! I'm done reliving this damn trip. I think I'm gonna just post pics randomly and you guys can fill in the commentary in your head. I think by now you know what my humor is like. Unfunny mixed with sarcasm? Still trying to figure out this sarcasm thing. Not? Argh!!

Spanish literature is so useful

















As seen on the Metro this morning. Props to my paparazzi roommate for taking the picture and not looking like he was trying to take a picture of the underage girl. Or was he?

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Currently listening to...



Good way to relax. Tomorrow's a big day. Wish me luck everyone!

Oh no....I really enjoy this song

What does this say about me?



The former boy bander in me is starting to rage. I think it's time for a reunion and show the world what they've been missing out on for the past 9 years.

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Pragueberfest Part 3 of

Aside from one minor annoyance, today has been quite the spectacular Sunday. Finally visited Milk for their brunch menu. Had an American style brunch that was actually good: a ranchero omelet, potatoes and coffee. Weather has been spectacular and now back am at the new apartment listening to 90's R&B with my roommate DJ Pep on the 1's and 2's.

Might as well talk about the minor annoyance. I've always noticed this happening, but today was especially blatant. For some reason whenever I go to convenience stores, small supermarkets or stores run by immigrants (Pakistani, Chinese, etc) here in Barcelona, and I head to the back of the store to grab some food, drinks whatever, they always send one dude to follow me and watch what I do. Sometimes they try to pretend that they absolutely need to tidy up the shelves but today the guy literally ran to the back and just stood there. Do I really look that shady? Are Asians here in Barcelona known for causing trouble? The funny thing is that the Spaniards never do it. It's always the immigrant stores that do it. I'm getting racially profiled by my own people. I'm gonna need some candy coated raindrops to make me happy again. 



Back to Pragueberfest. The day we arrived, the hurting from Oktoberfest hadn't completely subsided so we decided to keep it chill and just do some sightseeing around town.


















You can see the side of the Astronomical clock here. The streets in Prague are absolutely spotless. I could almost lick it. Almost.














Of course we were starving so we stopped by a restaurant recommended by our travel guide, Kolkovna


















Quick shot of the streets. Prague is the perfect backdrop for a movie wanting a European city. Looks so European-y.


















Inside Kolkovna. So you ask what's Czech food like?














Meat, meat, more meat. Some extra meat on the side and a bit of meat to start off.

Oh, and some potatoes and beer. And more meat.

Did I mention meat?














The castle. After the early dinner we just had we would have to save the walk up to the castle till later.














I've completely forgotten what this was. It's been one month since I got back. Holy crap it's been 1 month already.














Look at that strapping young man. This shot really brings out my small frame. Thanks SO. Great shot.














The beautiful Charles Bridge.














What is this? It's a fountain/statue of two guys peeing. Completely anatomically correct and even better their penii was made out of bronze. The statues also rotate their upper bodies+appendage left to right for maximum realism. Why is it better that it was bronze? I don't know. Bronze penis just sounds cool. 


















Marionettes are considered a Czech specialty so everywhere we saw stores hawking all kinds of puppets.


















Obama puppet and I believe a Putin puppet. Really they should have a Medvedev puppet with Putin playing puppetmaster. Link to get you up to speed with Russian politics. Yes, I am conversant in all topics ranging from bronze penii to Russian politics.  

















A little bit of lighting always enhances the mood. I also employ the same strategy for my bedroom.


















Such beautiful architecture, history and interesting shops..



Why? Why is there a TGIF in Prague. I don't want it to be always friday in Prague. Do I want some jalapeno poppers, Jack Daniels Ribs and Shrimp and a Brownie Obsession? Hmm...maybe TGIF isn't such a bad idea after all. 

Thursday, October 21, 2010

Between Pragueberfest posts..here's some light reading

From a friend's link on Facebook found this great NYT review, chef's mom's rebuke/review and response by the chef. 

From the Careerist:

"Don't even think about ditching your legal career--unless you know you'll be supersuccessful in your dream pursuit. Because if you're not, your mom--especially if she's (forgive the stereotype) Asian--will come after you. And she'll probably be reminding you of that Big Mistake for the rest of your life.
That's what Eddie Huang, a former Chadbourne & Parke associate turned hip-hop chef, has been experiencing since The New York Times gave his too-cool restaurant XiaoYe a mediocre review"

From Eddie's personal blog:

"Trust me, you much keep your bar license active just in case you need it. You do not even understand your own strength or the whole scope of this business, and you are not even willing to listen. YOU MUST GET BURNT BEFORE YOU WILL HEAR YOUR MOM."

I truly enjoyed the Salon piece detailing Eddie Huang's response to all this. 

"But would you, like Eddie Huang, chef and owner of the recently bruised-up Xiao Ye, take it like a grown man, declare the review a lesson to learn from, and post your mom's scolding email to you on your blog?"

Tough loving Asian moms. They kick you in the ass, demoralize you but at the same time love you more than anything in the world. Gotta love it. 

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Pragueberfest Part 2 of....

Quite the eventful week. It's Sunday night and I've just listened to a Miley Cyrus song and a Carrie Underwood song back to back so now I'm pumped. It's time for some blogging. 

After the chaos that was Oktoberfest Night 1 or Night 1 as I will refer to it, we woke up at a rather decent hour to start a day of sightseeing, shopping and just a bit of afternoon Oktoberfest. A calm and quiet Oktoberfest. An Oktoberfest that didn't involve dancing on benches, heavy heavy drinking and beer splashing everywhere. 














We met up with our two friends to have some traditional German breakfast. The hearty soups and sausage were a perfect complement to everything that was wrong with my body after what transpired during Night 1. 














We spent the first part of the day after breakfast shopping in the Marienplatz area. Some retail therapy to get over the stress. What stress do I have? Good question. Let me get back to you on that one. 














For this afternoon's Oktoberfest venue we chose the Paulaner tent. We actually found a spot at the only table in the back that wasn't a reserved table. The reserved table section in the back and on the sides reminds me of the luxury suites at sports stadiums. You curse them for being such capitalistic pigs, paying for these reserved areas and taking up valuable space. At the same time envy courses through your veins. Maybe it's just me. Self loathing wanna-be capitalistic pig. 

Anyways, I was glad I was surrounded by people my parents age and older. I figured these people wouldn't start dancing, singing and drinking heavily. If you can't see the foreshadowing here I request that you re-take any English Lit classes you've had. 














Night 1 did not allow us to enjoy the wonderful food served in the tents. A sausage stew and some pork dish. The mustard they had was amazing. 














Paulaner. Munchen. I always thought Munchen was pronounced Myun-hen because that's how it's pronounced in Japanese. Turns out it's pronounced Mun-chen. Still can't believe it. Should never trust Japanese people with pronunciation. It's like trusting a dingo with a baby. Not gonna end well. 














Oh....w...t...f.














Wait....but we were just sitting next to each other, talking about your kids, work and families.














Noooooooooo............

but yes?














So yeah. That afternoon turned into another crazy night. Let's just say some of my travel companions spent the rest of the night in the bathroom of this wonderful restaurant called Spatenhaus. We actually met up with SW and his SO. The meal was delicious. I think this picture is of my pork knuckle. 














Our spread of food. Spatenhaus concluded our night and our time in Munchen. Sadly, it was time to move on. Saying goodbye to SW and two of our travelling companions we were to be off to Prague in the morning.


















We took the Alix train from Munich to Prague. Took about 6 hours. I guess it was alright. It was a bit 80's Communist era-ish but nothing too bad. Definitely weren't the comfiest but in Soviet Russia seats comfort YOU. Oh wait I don't think that's how the joke goes.  














Farms of stuff.



It looks like we're close.


















and we're in Prague. Halfway through our trip. 

Friday, October 15, 2010

You don't know how pissed I am to be missing this

Censoring myself

From feedback provided by certain people I decided to take down my last post. Oh well. This weekend I'll post more Praguberfest pics. We'll move back to the fun stuff aka drinking and eating.