Showing posts with label Tokie's. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tokie's. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

On the road again: Silicon Valley, day 2

Work dominated almost all of my waking hours, and, as usual, I can't talk about it.

I did get to have lunch at a local favorite of mine, the Pancho Villa taqueria in San Mateo. The food is nothing fancy, but, man, is it delicious.  I particularly love the Al Pastor Super Burrito, which is a thick tube of tasty goodness.  (Hold those dirty jokes.)  This restaurant also makes one of my favorite beverages, the almost-too-sweet, made-fresh-there mandarina.

While driving around the area to meetings, I saw my first Tesla Model S.  Wow, is that a gorgeous car!  I almost wish I hadn't seen it, because I'd made peace with not getting one, and now I'm lusting for it again.

Dinner was at another long-time favorite, a little strip-mall restaurant where I ate monthly for over five years, Tokie's.  The sushi is still good, and the atmosphere is that of a neighborhood bar.  I definitely recommend it if you're in the area.


Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Snapshots from a day

A drive down 101 into the heart of Silicon Valley, traffic as heavy as rush hour at home--but it's just before noon and light for here.

Lunch with a client at an Armadillo Willy's. We're not in Austin, but this is pretty darn good 'que.

A drive back up 101 during rush hour--an ordeal that took over two hours and culminated with 101 being closed due to an accident. I love the weather here, and many amazing tech companies call this area home, but I'm happy to live where I do.

I have to give credit to our rental Kia, a brand I generally disdain, for handling well all driving to date. Its horn, though, cries out, "I have a tiny penis!" Think the sound you'd hear if you stomped on a rat's testicles.

Tokie's, a restaurant we frequented when I was coming to this area monthly, still makes tasty sushi. I have an irrational fondness for the place and recommend it.

East Coast or West, I end up working too late and sleeping too little. I sense a pattern.

And a book that calls to me to work on its outline!

Labels

Blog Archive