Knee Deep in the Rivers of Rage

Those Canadians. They look like us, they can learn to talk like us, and they sneak across the border to take our jobs.
Recently de-classified documents detail exactly who's Canadian, and who isn't. Boy, was I surprised!
Like Alex Trebek, one of those "sexy" Canadians.
And anchorman Peter Jennings, seen here with yet another Canadian, Pam Anderson. And soul man, Dan Akroyd, who not only is NOT black, but actually Canadian! Surprise! In the realm of athletics, Canadians have also usurped worthy Americans. Fact: Wayne Gretzky, Canadian!
This isn't a recent phenomenon, either. Did you know that John MacDonald, Canada's first Prime Minister, was a Canadian? Get the facts! Suspect your friends!

Ted Bluey is a fantastic man. He's prompt, a great designer, and in college he was in a frat.
Therefore, yesterday, I formally asked Ted if he'd make me the luckiest man on Earth and be my secretary. I left him a note on his desk! No reply yet, so stay tuned!

It's Tuesday, June 21st - ye olde Summer Solstice. Again, Amber the Art Director joined me for lunch. We tried the Kosher place mentioned in the previous posting, but the stairway was dark and foreboding and Amber got scared. See?
It's at Grant and Bush, but I swear that I'll go back, either alone or with someone who isn't completely chicken.
So we went to Grant & California, to Cathay House, which looks like it's been there forever. It's like stepping into a stereotype. The "We speak German" sign in the entryway didn't do much to alleviate that. Can you imagine Ernst und Mitzi from Dusseldorf, wandering in there, and thinking to themselves, "Ja, this is Chinese culture alright, just the way we always imagined it would be." Everything inside is red and gold, including the round bar, forming a pod of booze within the restaurant itself. The potstickers were blazing, the almond chicken had too much celery, and there was a statue of a dog guarding the staircase to the decrepit men's room. Dirty, dirty dog. Fetch! Heel! Stop my mind from sweating! In all, a fantastic place for lunch.

So, the project begins today, Friday, June 17th. Amber joined me for lunch and we strolled through the famous Chinatown gate. There were lots of tourists around, so we felt safe. I think we passed a kosher place, but for some reason it didn't register, and we ended up at Ginza, a surpisingly Japanese restaurant. It's next to Happy Hair ($8) at 614 Pine @ Grant.
Lunch was long and the cold, unfiltered sake did us right. The beef teriyaki was bomb-tastic, as was the ginger vinaigrette on the salad.
The sushi rolls were superb, and the large, clean windows let us gaze down upon the murse-toting euromen as they fumbled with their maps and phrasebooks.
A couple of ad-guys sat next to us and it made me feel dirty.
Then, Amber won a free plane ticket to NYC. Hell YES.

Give it up for His Holiness, Dirk Benedict XVI!!!



You probably remember him as 'Starbuck' on TV's 'Battlestar Galactica.'



And as 'Face' on 'The A-Team.'



Way to go, Dirk!!! Gloria patri et filio et spiritu sancto!

Q: Why did the dude bring his Pit Bull to the beach?

Now, here's the HILARIOUS answer:

A: So that nobody would fuckin' fuck with him, that's fuckin' why.

And you know what? Nobody fuckin' did! Fuck YEAH!

Hi, I'm Craig. This is my blog.

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What I'd really like to do is to eat lunch at and document every single restaurant in San Francisco's Chinatown.

I'm not Chinese, I'm not a gourmand, and I'm not even that into Chinese food.

I just want something to do.