There’s this one character in the neighborhood, a man that is always in a bus driver uniform, but whom I have never actually seen on a bus. Neither driving or riding. On a previous post Kika mentioned some info about this ninja bus driver but has yet to deliver. Now I’m a bit more interested in this dude and his story. I wonder what his trip is all about.
Maybe I should just let him be. The bus wrangler without a seat.
Nah. Send us the dirt Kika!
Lately my HR adventures have become more predictable than I predicted, just not that exciting to mention and easily the bulk of my excursions. Its not like its a waste of time, I get breakfast out of it after all. Since I don’t feel compelled to mention all the mediocre places I visit the HR landscape I traverse might read differently than the one I actually travel. Like a map with missing roads. If I claimed to be documenting only the “best” places then maybe that would make sense. But I’ve given you the scoop on some really bad ones too. What I mean to say is that I might just throw up some quick posts about even the unremarkable HR experiences. No, not that kind of throw up, I mean to upload on the website. (I promise to never post any pics of me downloading an HR plate into a ceramic bowl. Hmm…)
So with that new mission statement that only slightly replaces an older non-existing one, welcome to the Mediocre Huevos Rancheros Middle!
First up, a recent visit to some pricey Bistro in Silver Lake. Never mind the details of how or why I ended up here, its complicated. Just know I hadn’t a proper meal all day and this was where I was eating. The baguette with butter and jams is absolutely lovely.
Remember how crappy the Vons by 5 points treated us? With weekly specials on Kool-Aid and Cup-o-Noodles? The Smart & Final “extra” hasn’t been much better in that department, stocking mostly processed foods but this time in bigger quantities. We make do because at least they have some veggies. And at least they have some decent beers. But lately when I’ve gone in just to get a few items (beer, creamer, eggs, cheese, coffee, broccoli, snow peas, aguacates, onions, ginger, aluminum foil: I think that is the extent of my shopping there, with a few other random items) they haven’t had any of the portable baskets available by the front door. Sometimes they run out. But after repeated visits with nary a handheld basket in sight I responded to the cashiers corporately mandated query of “did you find everything okay?” with a question about the baskets.
“Oh, people stole them all, I think we have three left.”
I assume they don’t plan on getting replacements since it has been awhile. Not a surprising strategy for a corporate store in a working neighborhood but you know this wouldn’t fly in a fancy-lad suburb. Poor people don’t complain cuz there’s other bullshit to deal with. I have too many complaints about this world to focus on just one. But maybe this post will reach some Lincoln Heighter that will make the calls, talk to the manager, write a letter.
On my way out I spot one basket. I feel like going back and stealing the last three.
UPDATE! 5/7/11
I went by today and things just get worse, now they don’t even have shopping carts! It wasn’t that busy today but look, just the cart I have and one extra.
This is one of the best breakfast-es I’ve had in a long time. Huevo estrellados cooked in a ranchero sauce with rajas, queso, and crema. A sort of huevos en cazuela, though these are named after the restaurant. I plan on going back to check out the Huevos Rancheros, maybe I will do a follow up. This is some non-descript place on the Eastside, one of those generic eateries that can be either drab or straight awesome. This place was quite awesome.
Mr. Office hanging out at the Carbon Credit Shack by the Big Saver. I was making a left when I noticed him there. Hold the fuck up traffic behind me, I have to take a picture! A different view of the ornate shopping cart, with what appears to be an Amoeba backpack.
Al Estilo Callejero.
I go up to Frisco about once a year, at least. Mostly to check out the often interesting Anarchist Bookfair that happens in Golden Gate Park. Sometimes there are good speakers, sometimes there is good radical literature. Sometimes I don’t care about any of it and mostly settle for the luxury of seeing old friends. There’s absolutely no reason why you, dear reader, should care about any of this but I did take a few pics. Click ahead if you think you must.
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