Wolfgang Puck’s Cafe and Typhoon

The last time I was in LA nearly about a year ago, I drove past a place called Wolfgang Puck’s Cafe on Sunset Boulevard right by Sunset Strip. For some reason, that place stuck in my mind as a landmark and so this time I decided to actually go check it out. And as far as restaurants go, it was a lot more like my kind of place than some of the other places I ate at while in LA.

I prefer the more laid-back and fun atmosphere for dining any day as compared to a high-falutin, snobbish restaurant. For starters the food at a high-falutin restaurant is generally not my type… I’m not interested in eating escargot (I head a good one once — why do they call them escargot? Because no one would eat them if they were called snails!) or eels, or calamari or any sch stuff that is considered exotic. Chicken is about as exotic as I get! 🙂 My problem with the more exotic foods is totally psychological… the image of the animal being eaten comes into my head and totally turns me off. Except in the case of chicken where I have succeeded in conditioning myself to dissociate boneless chicken from the image of an actual chicken with its head being cut off — note I said boneless!

Anyhow, so as I drove from one end of Sunset Blvd to the other I decided on a whim to actually stop @ Wolfgang Puck’s for lunch. I liked the atmosphere. Nice and lively and definitely non-stuffy. The bartender served a good Sapphire Tonic with the pre-requisite two limes (you’d be amazed at how many leave out the second lime). They were reasonable priced for California standards. Service was quick and the Spicy Chicken Pizza that I ordered was actually really good. So everything was going really well, except as it always happens, I got a small piece of bone in my chicken 🙁 But still once I got past the bone crunching in my teeth, the Pizza was great, the food was great and the atmossphere was great. I’d definitely go back there again and hope that the bone was only an unfortunate oversight which won’t repeat itself!

hmm.. I guess if there was no bone, Wolfgang Puck’s would have gotten a full thumbs up. But I think I’ll have to give them a partial thumbs up for now!

Oh and on a similar note, another place I dined at in LA was a restaurant called Typhoon (see the article about Typhoon I found on the web while writing this blog…) at the Santa Monica County Airport. Cool location — right off the run way so you can see the private planes taking off and landing. The food was a different story altogether. My friend actually ordered (and ate them for that matter!) Frogs Legs! They also had a whole section on the menu titled “Insects” — yup that’s exactly what I was looking for. Most of the more — I was going to say exotic, but I think eccentric would be a better choice — eccentric foods are always deep fried… I guess once you fry it, it all tastes the same… be it frogs legs, ants, cockroaches, crickets and whatever else people eat — I had read far enough to already kill my appetite!

The food at Typhoon was not to my liking — I guess after seeing the menu and seeing the things both on our table and others I doubt anything would have been to my liking that evening! 😉 So at most I can give it a thumbs flat.

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Searching for the end….

As each of us grow up we get exposed to what I can only describe as sturctured competition — competition where the metrics of success or failure are clearly measurable. You either pass or you fail. You either come first or you don’t. You win the game or you don’t. But in each case, the metrics are clear. They are well defined. The amount of time is well defined.

Say for example a video game, you have a fixed number of lives, or a fixed amount of time to rescue the good guys and finish off the bad guys. If you do it you win. If you don’t it is simply “Game Over”. If only everything was that simple.

More and more after having gotten out of school, I’ve encountered things in which the metrics are not well defined. There is no clear marker to signify that yes, you’re done. Because eveytime you reach that point, the markers moved a step further. A little harder, a little further, a little faster.

There have been key incidences which have helped to shape my outlook on competition. I am fiercely competitive — not in sports or doing stupid things, not for just doing things which I say I would like to do, but fiercely competitive for things which I have personally committed to myself to do. The competition is internal. It’s manifestation may or may not be external.

In sophomore year I was thinking a bit too much for my own good — similar to what I’m probably doing these days. Thinking about things which most people probably think about at a later stage of their life than while they are in college. I got to the point there that I had to literally pull myself out of it and realize that the things I was thinking about had no easy answers and in order to be able to maintain any semblance of order in my life, what I had to do was create milestones… short steps — the markers which signified that yes, this is done!

The first few markers were obiously academic – and in that effort I put in more time and more effort towards achiving those markers than I would ever want to again. Taking upto 78 units (26 credits in a single semester) and having absolutely no semblance of a life whatsoever. The next marker was to build a company — that marker was passed as well and it just moved on to a new position.

The problem with the markers of personal and professional life is that they move to easily… they are redefined to esily. I guess that is why I am tempted to go back into a more structured environment of academia… where the goals are well defined and there is an end — in most cases.

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Traveling…

I’ve been in the SoCal area for the past week – and what I’ve learnt is that for people like me location hardly matters. Whether I’m in Pittsburgh or in LA or any other place — what I do pretty much remains the same — and a big part of it is still being on the Net a lot more than I should! 🙂

So here are a few small blogs while I’m on the road… still not a 100% into writing the more significant thoughts and stuff. The ambivalence is back. Will resume once it is suppressed again… hopefully.

New in Thought — caught in the act!* on Saturday, October 27, 2001

  • Things people do to earn a living… — “…the one good thing about the gullibility and the stupidity of the people is that it makes for a fairly easy profession that almost anyone can take up as long as they can spin a incredulous tale!”

    New in Rants and Raves* on Saturday, October 27, 2001

  • GPS is a good thing! — “in *every* case – all I did was punch in my destination without thinking… the Magellan GPS system did the rest. Finding restaurants, hotels and pretty much any services… all a breeze. GPS truly rocks. A huge thumbs up!”

    New in Eavesdropped!* on Saturday, October 27, 2001

  • FedSex — When you absolutely must get it overnight — T-shirt for sale in Venice Beach, CA

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  • Things people do to earn a living…

    Since I was in the LA area and had never really been to a beach, I decided to drive over to Venice Beach. The beach was prety much what I expected – sand, water, people, birds and all kinds of stuff washed up on the shore. What I did not expect however was the crazy things people were hawking along the sidewalk close to the beach – every other tent/stall was a Psychic, Tarot card reader, spiritual healer, chinese masage therapy from Dr. John all dressed up in a lab coat, tattoos and piercings, sunglasses and the list goes on and on. But the number of people claiming to be psychic far exceeded any others. I guess the one good thing about the gullibility and the stupidity of the people is that it makes for a fairly easy profession that almost anyone can take up as long as they can spin a incredulous tale!

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