As it turned out, the Samurai Blue emerged victorious, which enabled the gang to go big air and do sake bombs at a quaint little place called Udon West. Since I had a late dinner, I sipped a Sapporo, which was light, full bodied, and very tasty. C&R had the udon with beef and shrimp tempura, which she enjoyed more thoroughly after adding hot sauce.
Once LA2NY arrived, we celebrated by sake bombing, which, incidentally, is one of her favorite pastimes. After some practice bombs, we managed to get on the same page, complete with a totally made up cheer--"I say Samurai, you say Blue"--some table pounding, and an utterly confused Japanese man who seemed troubled by the face that our sake glasses had somehow simultaneously fallen into our beers, causing quite a spill. For putting up with our impromptu bombs and warmly accepting our alcohol-driven love for Japanese soccer, Udon gets 7 thumbs up.
After visiting chaos on an otherwise serene venue, we ventured to mad46, a rooftop bar in the Roosevelt Hotel. Hoping to score a sandwich or quesadilla with some Dutch Gouda, we pestered our server for options, but, alas, the kitchen was closed. We scrambled furiously to come up with a plan, and settled on bumrushing Morton-Williams late night and pounding a block of cheese. However, what we didn't immediately realize--probably because of the sake bombing--was that we were actually drinking a pitcher of Amstel Light, which is, of course, decidedly Dutch, and also fantastic. Putting those things together caused me to celebrate--again, the sake bombs--as if I had scored a goal in the World Cup, which seemed to disturb most of the bar's patrons.
With another day in the books, we look forward to the possibility of ending tomorrow with a cool caipirihna and a blow against communism as Brazil takes on North Korea.
Monday, June 14, 2010
June 14th - Sake Bombs? We Shower in that Sh*t.
Last night over Ghanian food, the gang and I realized that the WorldEaters have yet to balance our work lives with our primary tasks of sampling the foods of the victors of the day. Having the option to gallivant across the city looking the cuisines of the victors can be arduous enough on a weekend--if the chips don't fall the right way on a weekday, our glorious experiment could go from sick to Sisyphian.
Enter Cameroon. Now, I've got no beef with Cameroon. Their unofficial name is The Indomitable Lions, which wins my award for best adjective to describe a mascot. Indomitable is scary--and worse, it beats the crap out of "Blue," which is both innocuous and confusing when placed after Samurai. Unfortunately, the only thing scarier than the Cameroon name is their cuisine, or rather, its availability. This guy tried to get some Cameroonian home cooking and had to hire someone to make it for him, because it was so hard to find. Worse, the national dish is apparently a bitter leaf stew made with nuts and fish, and LA2NY's judgments about picky eaters notwithstanding, you'll have to forgive me for hoping that the Lions were a little domitable today.
As it turned out, the Samurai Blue emerged victorious, which enabled the gang to go big air and do sake bombs at a quaint little place called Udon West. Since I had a late dinner, I sipped a Sapporo, which was light, full bodied, and very tasty. C&R had the udon with beef and shrimp tempura, which she enjoyed more thoroughly after adding hot sauce.
Once LA2NY arrived, we celebrated by sake bombing, which, incidentally, is one of her favorite pastimes. After some practice bombs, we managed to get on the same page, complete with a totally made up cheer--"I say Samurai, you say Blue"--some table pounding, and an utterly confused Japanese man who seemed troubled by the face that our sake glasses had somehow simultaneously fallen into our beers, causing quite a spill. For putting up with our impromptu bombs and warmly accepting our alcohol-driven love for Japanese soccer, Udon gets 7 thumbs up.
After visiting chaos on an otherwise serene venue, we ventured to mad46, a rooftop bar in the Roosevelt Hotel. Hoping to score a sandwich or quesadilla with some Dutch Gouda, we pestered our server for options, but, alas, the kitchen was closed. We scrambled furiously to come up with a plan, and settled on bumrushing Morton-Williams late night and pounding a block of cheese. However, what we didn't immediately realize--probably because of the sake bombing--was that we were actually drinking a pitcher of Amstel Light, which is, of course, decidedly Dutch, and also fantastic. Putting those things together caused me to celebrate--again, the sake bombs--as if I had scored a goal in the World Cup, which seemed to disturb most of the bar's patrons.
With another day in the books, we look forward to the possibility of ending tomorrow with a cool caipirihna and a blow against communism as Brazil takes on North Korea.
As it turned out, the Samurai Blue emerged victorious, which enabled the gang to go big air and do sake bombs at a quaint little place called Udon West. Since I had a late dinner, I sipped a Sapporo, which was light, full bodied, and very tasty. C&R had the udon with beef and shrimp tempura, which she enjoyed more thoroughly after adding hot sauce.
Once LA2NY arrived, we celebrated by sake bombing, which, incidentally, is one of her favorite pastimes. After some practice bombs, we managed to get on the same page, complete with a totally made up cheer--"I say Samurai, you say Blue"--some table pounding, and an utterly confused Japanese man who seemed troubled by the face that our sake glasses had somehow simultaneously fallen into our beers, causing quite a spill. For putting up with our impromptu bombs and warmly accepting our alcohol-driven love for Japanese soccer, Udon gets 7 thumbs up.
After visiting chaos on an otherwise serene venue, we ventured to mad46, a rooftop bar in the Roosevelt Hotel. Hoping to score a sandwich or quesadilla with some Dutch Gouda, we pestered our server for options, but, alas, the kitchen was closed. We scrambled furiously to come up with a plan, and settled on bumrushing Morton-Williams late night and pounding a block of cheese. However, what we didn't immediately realize--probably because of the sake bombing--was that we were actually drinking a pitcher of Amstel Light, which is, of course, decidedly Dutch, and also fantastic. Putting those things together caused me to celebrate--again, the sake bombs--as if I had scored a goal in the World Cup, which seemed to disturb most of the bar's patrons.
With another day in the books, we look forward to the possibility of ending tomorrow with a cool caipirihna and a blow against communism as Brazil takes on North Korea.
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