“The best bad job you can have”

Jenny B sent me a link to this article last week, which made me think about how much I really do miss working at Aroma. It was a crappy job that wore me out, but I really enjoyed working with fun people (most of the time) and talking to random customers (most of the time) throughout the day. I miss doing a mindless job and doing it well, drinking all the coffee I could handle, getting a free meal, and grabbing drinks with coworkers after work.

I think the days of mindless jobs are behind me, at least for the time being, but that doesn’t mean I can’t look back on them fondly.

I am old.

Why can’t shows start before 10pm?!  Don’t they know that I have to get up for work in the morning?  I am old and will therefore miss this show on Thursday (as listed on DCist):

>> Federico Aubele combines an eclectic mix of American musical styles including reggae, hip hop, bolero and tango. Both of his albums Gran Hotel Buenos Aires (2003) and the 2007 release Panamericana, were produced by Thievery Corporation. Tonight he’ll be at the Eighteenth Street Lounge.

Lunch at Oyamel

My mom and brother were in town for the weekend, and after a busy morning of the farmers’ market and the Smithsonian Air & Space Museum, we grabbed lunch at Oyamel on 7th, not terribly far from the Mall or the museums, and appetizing enough to tempt my 11 year old brother away from fast food.

Day 111 - 11/10/07

Despite some early confusion – we were given the brunch menu as we arrived at the tail end of brunch service (2ish), but they were in the process of switching over to a different menu, so when my brother ordered a chicken caesar salad, he was told that while they still had caesar salads, they couldn’t make the chicken caesar – it was overall a very nice meal. Oyamel’s thing, as far as I can tell, is antojitos – tapas-like street food.

Cayo de hacha con salsa de pepitas de calabaza

After the initial mis-ordering, my brother had a fine, if somewhat overdressed caesar salad. Shane had scallops with pumpkin seeds, pumpkin puree, and some other pumpkin derivative. I’m learning to appreciate seafood after years in the midwest, and I can confidently say that they were some of the best scallops I’ve had.

Pollo con mole poblano

I had a tiny half chicken in a mild and delicious mole sauce (can I tell you how consistenly I am amused by mole sauce? I always want it to be ‘mole’ and not ‘mol-ay’.) with plantains and rice, and Mom had a light chicken soup with fresh veggies and avocado.

Caldo Tlalpeño

Really, though, the highlight of the whole meal was the fresh guacamole, prepared at the table and horribly photographed by me. The server brought out a large mortar and pestle, a couple of halved avocados, and several mis en place bowls with spices and other additions. After asking us how spicy we’d like our guac, he tossed in the appropriate additions, mashed it all up with a lot of lime juice, and served it in directly from the mortar, along with lightly seasoned tortilla chips.

In looking for dining options for the weekend, I learned that there had previously been an Oyamel location in Crystal City, which is terribly disappointing for me as that area’s more convenient for our regular dining than is 7th. I do hope to go back, though, as the food was wonderful, the space charming, and I’m sure we’ll be able to enjoy both more thoroughly without an 11 year old in tow.

Losing a home

I’ve been back in Champaign for a visit since Thursday night. I’m leaving in about 15 minutes on a VERY early train after a couple of very fun days with people that I love very much. Coming back was in some ways very good – I needed to be reminded that there are a LOT of people that love and care about me – and in other ways like ripping a bandaid off the wound. I guess I’ll figure out tomorrow if this was all a good idea.