Feelings

Ancient Chinese Secret, Huh?

It isn’t any secret that I like pampering myself.  And by pampering myself, I mean giving myself special treatments, not putting on Pampers diapers and just chillin’. I’m pretty sure there wasn’t any confusion as to what I meant, but some of my readers are pretty weird so I figured it was better to clarify.

Last night I gave myself a relaxing night in featuring some oriental trinkets that I picked up in random China towns and in…umm…Florida. So you know they’re super legitimate and the real deal. Don’t judge.

I started my regime by grabbing my kimono style robe and throwing my hair up in a messy bun. The good thing about having short hair is that it’s always messy so my bun was actually a regular bun, but with short hair. Years ago, whilst browsing the different robe options and patterns, I was most drawn to a black, knee length (floor length is like, too intense for me) item decorated with pinkish/red cherry blossoms and birds. It’s super chic. And it was made in Japan. (Come to think of it, most of the things I’m going to mention have been made in Japan, but I couldn’t think of a good title with Japan/Japanese in it besides “I’m Turning Japanese” which is actually kind of gross.)

Kind of like this but not the exact same.

Kind of like this but not the exact same.

Next, I took out our cool tea set that we spent a long time picking out. My husband and I wanted a teapot, but we thought it would be even cooler to purchase an oriental teapot with matching cups. Ours is a pretty sea foam color with beige brush strokes on the cups. The handle on the teapot is wicker and it just sets the scene perfectly. I wish I knew who made the set. There’s just a Japanese symbol on the bottom of the pot and cups sooo yeah. I haven’t the slightest clue who made them.

I grabbed my tin of black Chinese Tea and scooped some into the tea strainer. Is that what those things are called? Tea strainers? That sounds wrong. Also, let me just note that I would’ve used a bag, but I like having the option of loose tea. It feels more traditional. Now if only I had someone to read my tea leaves.image

Feeling super relaxed and super Asian, I lit some incense. I have two different scents to choose from: flowery lotus, or masculine cedar wood. Lotus relaxes me more whereas cedar wood makes the place smell like campfire. Naturally I chose lotus and it definitely helped ease my soul.

That night I also happened to bring home sushi for dinner and ate it with these really cute chopsticks I bought. As you can see, I was quite thorough with this theme. Ramen is also a quick, Asian style meal possibility that would fit with the flow of the night.

By the end of my rituals I was feeling extremely relaxed and zen. I was only missing a bonsai tree. And a Saki serving set. And a silk fan. And a Mikimoto pearl necklace.

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Food

Foo Asian Street Food

I don’t think it’s any mystery that I like food. I also love eating out. To me, food tastes better when it’s prepared by someone else. It’s about the experience. I’d rather pay a little extra for service, a good meal that I couldn’t make myself, and the relaxation of not having to wash dishes when I’m finished. It’s just worth it to me.

I love finding new restaurants to love–secret spots that no one has heard of or popular places that my friends have raved about. The other week, my husband and I passed a tiny spot called Foo on the way to the movies. We had walked past the place many times but never  ventured in to see what they had to offer. Last week we decided to take a chance and I’m so glad we did.logo1

For those of you who’ve been to Wagamama in England (I think there is one in the Brisbane airport, one in Boston, and maybe one in DC–trust me, I keep my eyes open for Wagamama locations…) it’s kind of like that but on a much smaller level. They describe their food as “Asian Street Food” which my stereotypical mind automatically thought was code for “We Cook Cats and Dogs.”  I was wrong. It’s actually code for “We Prepare Amazing Food That Will Keep You Coming Back For More.”

Foo’s menu is the perfect size. There are only about 12 options to choose from along with about 4 daily specials. I like how simple they make things. Nothing is more daunting than a Cheesecake Factory menu with so many pages that you feel like you’ve finished reading a short novel afterwards.

The ambiance is so cool and hip and that’s saying a lot coming from me. I immediately hone in on people and places that try too hard. It turns me off. But Foo is just cool. They play 80’s and 90’s pop music and have two rows of window seats where diners can people watch while they eat their grub. I usually don’t like seating like that–I hate having to balance on a stool while eating with chopsticks (I could join Cirque du Soleil after that) but it just works with the atmosphere of the place.

My husband tried their Rare Steak Salad. He's much more adventurous than I am!

My husband tried their Rare Steak Salad. He’s much more adventurous than I am.

So far I have tried two different items off of the menu: Pad Thai with Pork and Prawns, and Red Coconut Curry. The dishes they serve seem so perfect and clean–each served in a white bowl–but they actually give you a lot of food. Very filling and delicious. The flavors aren’t boring or predictable.

I know that I really like a restaurant when I try different things on the menu. I’m usually a creature of habit and will find one thing I like and stick to it, but at Foo everything sounds so delicious and actually is scrumptious, that I find myself having to try a little bit of everything they have to offer.

Overall, Foo is a fun and easy place to eat where you will have a good meal guaranteed. I’m going there again tomorrow and I can’t wait!

Should I get the Pork and Pineapple Fried Rice, Beef and Brocoli Chow Mein, Butter Chicken, or Caramel Chicken? Choices, Choices…

 

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