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VEGAS, BABY. Photojournal

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Staying at the Encore, this is probably the most adult trip I’ve ever taken to Vegas…with the exception of tiny little heat-induced tantrum outside Serendipity.

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August 13, 2012 at 12:23 PM


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Super excited to wake up this morning. Threw on a Canadian Tuxedo, kissed my sleeping man and Wonton good-bye, and prayed for sunny weather as I drove across the Bay Bridge. My dear friend Nancy, fried chicken and a stroll through Berkeley’s Elmwood neighborhood awaited me. Ah…friendship and fried chicken and waffles for brunch! Stoked!

Nancy’s vintage beauty:

My vintage beauty:

Nancy’s buttery egg tart:

My OMG waffles and fried chicken:

Distracted by the puffy beignets topped with homemade jam, I missed out on the grits…so next time!

Hmmm…amazing. Best, most tender and juicy chicken ever. And those waffles! Those waffles! Like…they’re like….made of air and wrapped in a buttery crust!

The icing on top brown sugar butter on top was running into Rikki, who ran the dining room. Every restaurant wishes they had someone in their orbit like her, because she exudes warmth and radiance like the sun. She’s quick with a smile and able to navigate massive hordes of hungry people with the charm and grace of the people’s queen. True hospitality! Yeah!

2534 Mandela Parkway Oakland, CA
510-839-SOUL (7685)

SOUTH TAHOE – Travelogue

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4th of July fireworks. A cabin nestled in the woods. Pancakes. Hiking Heavenly. Roadside burgers. Friendly people. Guns N’ Roses Use Your Illusion I & II. Ombre skys. Sunning at the lake. BBQ ribs. A really bad Nick Cage movie followed by a really good one. Cotton-candy clouds. Moon-lit clouds. Watermelon for breakfast.
One last hurrah. And a little pug named Wonton on his first real vacation.

Written by kc ley

July 17, 2012 at 11:00 AM

On Heavy Rotation : UNIVERSAL CAFE

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I’ve been putting both Universal Cafe and my ocean-of-a-sweater on heavy rotation lately.  They’ve joined the ranks of favorite jeans.
I’m lovin’ that I didn’t need a rezzie five months out to have one of the best f*ing time in SF.
Hello Universal Cafe, we finally meet.
I got a high from making a four top reservation the day of – and – not 5pm or 1045pm (ha! take THAT flour + water – even though i LOOOOVE you).

Maybe it was the company, or maybe it was because I was eating good stuff while wrapped in a lot of knitted wool. So yeah, friends + squash mash + big sweater = happy me.

Not too many food shots…(nom nom nom)…too busy eating. No need for a photographic reminder of how awesome this place is.

2814 19th street

Written by kc ley

April 5, 2012 at 10:54 PM


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At Comstock Saloon.
Tucked in a corner enclave.
Sitting on a mustard yellow velvet couch.
Beneath a dim lamp.
Drinking a Manhattan.
And enjoying the company of strangers from afar….
…until my beautiful Nancy joined me.

Written by kc ley

April 3, 2012 at 12:44 AM


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It was our last meal in town before hopping in a cab to JFK. We were in no rush, and when you have a few hours pre-flight to kill, it seemed like now would be an excellent time wait in line.

It’s a good sign when there are Japanese folks (like, from, like, actually, Japan!) willing to brave the frigid cold on the stoop outside for a bowl of NY ramen.

The ramen was really good, but…

…this little guy…. Ho ho ho. Har har har. Hubba hubba.

We could have easily downed two of these Torched Unis per person, but everything in moderation, right?

In hindsight, after it was announced that our already delayed non-stop from JFK now included a (oh my effing gawd!!!) flight change in Pheonix…

…I wished I had gone for a second helping of torched uni…and ramen…and whatever else they served (even though the airport food wasn’t too bad).

Marc got me a cookie from the kiosk and told me to man up:

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Next time I find myself in Fremont, THIS will be my go to place.

Despite it being 30-miles outside of my normal eating grounds, it was worth the drive, because behind this door hand-carved in Afghanistan, was one of the most deliciously satisfying meals.

Mini lessons on the nuances of authentic Afghan cuisine punctuated the exclamation arrival of each dish, but I retained very little of the free-flowing knowledge – there was just too much visual stimulation.

I also couldn’t coherently participate in conversation about the influence of the spice route on other cultures as far-reaching as Latin America and …(i blanked)….I could only think, is anyone eating that last dumpling?

This dumpling, aka Manto, aka Manti, aka Mantu, aka Delish:

Having spent a few hours seated next to an open kabob kitchen, I sat in the theater thinking “Dang girl! You SMELL good.” Actually, we ALL smelled good…like Leek & Potato Bolani, and Tikka Kabob, Chapli Kabob, and Bodinjon Borani. Not sure if our neighbors appreciated how good we smelled, but maybe they didn’t notice, being distracted by Denzel and Ryan Reynolds on the big screen and all…

Always such a lovely time with Team R&S.

37395 Fremont Blvd – Fremont

p.s. if you just want a quick kabob to go, you can go to their little shop next door.