1.27.2005
onions
note: this entry was written previously and uploaded with a revised time.
Introducing a brand new part of the blog – the most annoying person in my life today award! And our inaugural choice is…
Bearded guy on the bus. Here is a guy who, the moment he stepped onto the bus, committed two, yes count them, two fouls. Foul number one: talking loudly on his mobile phone. Now, I’m all for connectivity. For goodness sake, I’m traveling with my laptop, I’ve got my mobile in my pocket and, if it weren’t out of batteries, I’d have brought my palm pilot too. But there’s no reason to be speaking nearly that loudly. Foul number two: eating. Again, I’m all for eating. I’m addicted to eating. I even brought candy with me on the bus. And most of the people around me are sipping on juiceboxes or enjoying small sandwiches. This guy’s foul had nothing to do with just the mere act of eating: it was that he was eating a deep fried onion-thing. This is a bus ride that takes 1.5 hours if we’re lucky, and two if we’re not. And that last thing I want to do on this bus is smell the stale smell of deep fried onions and ketchup for 1.5 hours. Boo. Boo-urns!
Speaking of onions, though, I like onions. For the best onion rings in Boston, go to Harvard Square, to a little place called Mr. and Mrs. Bartley’s Burger Cottage. There, in addition to massively sized cheeseburgers named after things (the Titanic is two burgers topped with iceberg lettuce – groan), you can find the best onion rings ever. They’re wildly addictive and oh-so-oily and tasty.
And for a delicious onion dish here in Oxford, I finally went and tried Kebab Kid. Now, unlike the kebab vans I patronize so often, Kebab Kid is an actual store – which immediately lends itself a certain cache of upperclass eating. If I’m buy from Houssein’s, (which, incidentally, is still not there), I am forced to eat my juicy and salty and wonderful kebab on the street, leaning up against a building, or after having walked back to Keble. If I buy from Kebab Kid, I get a little bar stool and a counter on which to enjoy what is, quite seriously, the biggest kebab in Oxford. These are kebabs so big they’re served on naan bread and not pita. The meat is salty and spicy with more than a hint of sweetness. The garlic mayo is creamy, the chili sauce is lip-smackingly good. The chips were a bit disappointing, as they were a tad soggy, but boy, the best topping on this kebab was the onion. For some reason, onions and kebab go together naturally, and the Kebab Kid kebab was heavenly. Mmmmm…
Update: I sprinted off to London today after IT couldnt' do anything for me at Oxford. As it turns out, A.S. was right (see comment two posts ago). That I had also installed iTunes 4.7.1 was purely coincidental. I am so glad that I got the thing fixed. Digital photos of posh new MCR to follow soon.
Wow... from no substantial posts in a week to three posts in a day.
Introducing a brand new part of the blog – the most annoying person in my life today award! And our inaugural choice is…
Bearded guy on the bus. Here is a guy who, the moment he stepped onto the bus, committed two, yes count them, two fouls. Foul number one: talking loudly on his mobile phone. Now, I’m all for connectivity. For goodness sake, I’m traveling with my laptop, I’ve got my mobile in my pocket and, if it weren’t out of batteries, I’d have brought my palm pilot too. But there’s no reason to be speaking nearly that loudly. Foul number two: eating. Again, I’m all for eating. I’m addicted to eating. I even brought candy with me on the bus. And most of the people around me are sipping on juiceboxes or enjoying small sandwiches. This guy’s foul had nothing to do with just the mere act of eating: it was that he was eating a deep fried onion-thing. This is a bus ride that takes 1.5 hours if we’re lucky, and two if we’re not. And that last thing I want to do on this bus is smell the stale smell of deep fried onions and ketchup for 1.5 hours. Boo. Boo-urns!
Speaking of onions, though, I like onions. For the best onion rings in Boston, go to Harvard Square, to a little place called Mr. and Mrs. Bartley’s Burger Cottage. There, in addition to massively sized cheeseburgers named after things (the Titanic is two burgers topped with iceberg lettuce – groan), you can find the best onion rings ever. They’re wildly addictive and oh-so-oily and tasty.
And for a delicious onion dish here in Oxford, I finally went and tried Kebab Kid. Now, unlike the kebab vans I patronize so often, Kebab Kid is an actual store – which immediately lends itself a certain cache of upperclass eating. If I’m buy from Houssein’s, (which, incidentally, is still not there), I am forced to eat my juicy and salty and wonderful kebab on the street, leaning up against a building, or after having walked back to Keble. If I buy from Kebab Kid, I get a little bar stool and a counter on which to enjoy what is, quite seriously, the biggest kebab in Oxford. These are kebabs so big they’re served on naan bread and not pita. The meat is salty and spicy with more than a hint of sweetness. The garlic mayo is creamy, the chili sauce is lip-smackingly good. The chips were a bit disappointing, as they were a tad soggy, but boy, the best topping on this kebab was the onion. For some reason, onions and kebab go together naturally, and the Kebab Kid kebab was heavenly. Mmmmm…
Update: I sprinted off to London today after IT couldnt' do anything for me at Oxford. As it turns out, A.S. was right (see comment two posts ago). That I had also installed iTunes 4.7.1 was purely coincidental. I am so glad that I got the thing fixed. Digital photos of posh new MCR to follow soon.
Wow... from no substantial posts in a week to three posts in a day.
