Archive | January, 2008

Taxi Cab Confessions

28 Jan

Sat night around four or five in the morning, in the midst of the delirium that one might find themselves in that time of the week, i stumbled into a cab. To start, it took me a good half hour to get a cab, which i found to be pretty telling since i was not only on a crowded street but many cabbies had passed by. From my limited cab taking experience in SF, I have come to think that it should not take that long to get a cab as long as your in a highly trafficked area, even if your on the darker side of the color spectrum. So, i get in the cab and a man of north african descent asks me where i was going. Place de Clichy. the house. Normally i would expect some sort of political conversation to ensue, as with most informal interactions with French people, who seem much more vested in politics in general then Americans, but not exactly the conversation that i ended up having. At some point i mentioned to the talkative driver that i was slightly surprised by the time it took me to get a cab, to which his response was that many cab drivers in Paris are racist and worry when picking up “un noir ou un maghrebien” (black or north african). He explained that these drivers cited personal security as the justification for their bigotry, while he found this to be more of an excuse then a reason. The first essential difference that i noted as a result of this conversation btw America and France was that the black stereotype spilled over to north Africans, who usually have much lighter skin then the Africans that one might find in Paris even more so then Latinos is SF had gotten it in my experience. The second being that, in actuality, even the troublemakers wear clothes that do not provide the visual distinction that a 7x black hoodie and some size 42 jeans do, which causes skin color to stain much more then in America. In America, the tendency is that if you are well dressed then that superceeds the would be stereotypes that might come with your skin color. So, is there is really no escaping french pre judging through outward appearance without looking like an old man? I guess we colored folks are left to running with groups of well dressed white people to break through the stronghold of stereotype.

Life Retroed: Enoteca Vegas

27 Jan

Back in the terrible terrible 07, i managed to thwart the fucked balance between Ying and Yang that the 07 brought long enough to have a ridic trip to Vegas to round out the year. Despite the well known adage “what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas”, i will still provide a slight look into my trip, starting with the Enoteca San Marcos. Its a Mario Batali iron chef joint. Pretty solid I have to say. Margarita Pizza. Rigatoni al dente with a cauliflower puree sauce. And we got half off the entrees with a lil Tix4less discount. On top of that the inside of the Ventian really had me thinking i was in Italy, mid summer day. Now i just have to wait until i really get out there for comparison.

Indoor canals

The Enoteca and the Crazy Sky
Who would have thought that it was really 7 and hella dark outside.

Basilico
Basilico. It dont get no better ~ Cassidy

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Checking the clickers… if you dont know, you might not need to

Simplies… but Goodies

27 Jan

So, on the cooking tip i figured i would share my love for homemade food with you guys along with my love for eating out. Here is the first installment in the cheffin section: Mini Penne con Pollo e Broccoli. Simple enough, chicken cut into bite-sized pieces, seasoned with some SPPCG (SaltPepperPaprikaCayenneGarlic, my usually mix of seasonings, all dry) and some fresh Garlic, steamed and then sauteed Broccoli and the Mini Penne. I throw the penne in the saute pan after the chicken so there was a lil flavoring left over and browned some of the pasta in sense. Made for some good flavor and texture. Then throw everything in a bowl and you look like an iron chef… almost. Top wit fresh Parm. Bon Apetit.

PenneFinito

Back to School…

21 Jan

So we started class today, normally not so much the movement, but, in all actuality, how could one complain, its school in Paris. Not to mention my school house is really a house. Some real beautiful work if you ask me. But ill let you be the judge.

Courtyard
Seriously, an espresso and courtyard, thats what school should really be about, tres chic

the SCHOOLhouse

mememe
Still (eating), some things just cannot be stopped. Out on the street outside school… What are YOOOOOO doing?

C’est la vie…. en Paris

19 Jan

Bonjour. As you can tell by my language used to say hello I am currently in Paris, France, out here for the semester. As far as an introduction to a semester goes none could be better. Great Roommate, Great Apt, Great Neighborhood, Great City. I’m sitting here at Place de Clichy, looking at the Sacre-Coeur outside my window, there is nothing better.

The {Movement} out the WindowSacre-Coeur…

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