<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524108643985712212</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:17:44.295-08:00</updated><category term='Life'/><category term='TV'/><category term='Theater'/><category term='Health and Beauty'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Movie Reviews'/><category term='Places of Interest'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='Cool People'/><category term='Food'/><category term='LOVE'/><category term='Bad Dates'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Hotels'/><category term='Being a Bridesmaid'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>The After 11 Crowd</title><subtitle type='html'>My blog is about my experiences &amp;amp; random everyday thoughts - stuff I think about while I’m stuck in meetings, traffic, or lame dates.  Some love me &amp;amp; some are so offended by my words that they want to barf.  Well, &amp;quot;Different strokes for different folks.&amp;quot;  What gets you off might make your neighbor limp.  Be warned that once you read my blogs, you might never think the same...about me, about yourself, about others.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemimid.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524108643985712212/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemimid.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524108643985712212/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15619542453811154977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OjEAkVnNSmM/SXwzRkq2Z_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/rbEc5YfG0co/S220/oyster+shot.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>424</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524108643985712212.post-1892914787006694136</id><published>2011-02-12T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T00:06:56.514-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being a Bridesmaid'/><title type='text'>Looking for a reception venue Day 1</title><content type='html'>Ang originally wanted Four Seasons Westlake Village but we are laggers and they are booked.  While she is away on business, my duty was to go to the FS in Beverly Hills to scout it out.  Did you know there are 2 FS's in Beverly Hills?  I didn't and ended up at the wrong one.  Oops.  Good thing I had a local navigator with me.  The correct one is a new FS. It used to be the Beverly Regent aka home of the set of Pretty Woman.  Entrance was lame and on a side street. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are my thoughts on this place:&lt;br /&gt;Lobby area was nice.  Terrace for the reception overlooked Rodeo which some might think is cool, but I thought Tacky.  Who the hell wants Tiffany's in the background of their wedding ceremony?  Douche bags, that's who.  The floor was peeling and uneven, although they did say that they were going to redo it soon.  I almost face planted at one point because of the uneven floor.  The reception area was the size of my bedroom with cheesy old Vegas style carpet.  It reminded me of those areas that you wait in before the funeral starts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ballroom set up was kind of cool, but the low ceilings and again the cheesy carpet turned me off.  It was also down a steep set of stairs.  The handicapped and sloshed should use the elevator.  The tour guide was very nice and informative and gave us a little package of FAQs on our way out.  Location is very convenient, but I will keep looking for something a little more grand and not outdated elegant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Whoopty Whoop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single ladies, I have added 3 new eligible bachelors from TO (no, not Toronto for you Canadians) to the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pregnant ladies,  I’ll be sipping virgin margaritas right alongside you.  Just because you have a big belly, doesn’t mean you should stay home.  Come out and have as much fun as possible before you are confined to your home by wet, dirty diapers and your crying bundle of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single men, I am still scrambling to meet more single women, but it’s hard because they get the wrong idea when I want to hang out with them all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Married folks or single folks with no baby sitters, please bring your spouse(s) old and new/domestic partners/play dates/kids if you want.  There is a playground right outside our new venue.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Men, although you are the bulk of who come to my HH, I am sorry, but the women on the list have complained that the current venue has horrible food and few eligible men to look at.  Don’t be disappointed that we are leaving behind Pikey’s – home of the hot women in short, short plaid skirts, but be rejoiced because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·         The new venue has a huge selection of Tequila! &lt;br /&gt;·         More tequila = better beer goggles. &lt;br /&gt;·         I think this is a win-win for everyone…until the next morning.  You may have to attempt the fox trap in some cases. &lt;br /&gt;·         But don’t worry, if you need me to, I will pretend to be a psycho girlfriend and make sure that she doesn’t call you back.  I am a good friend like that.&lt;br /&gt;·         Don’t worry after a couple of HH’s here we can go back to Pikey’s or I will find another place with cute girl servers for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies,  I have chosen Sabor Cantina, home to HUGE, fruity, &amp;amp; strong margaritas and hip, upscale décor.  I am looking out for your interests even though you are the minority vote on my HH invite lists. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·         No longer will you be afraid of germs if your cell phone drops on the floor, because the floor is clean! &lt;br /&gt;·         No longer will you wonder if you have overdressed because the dress code is hot like you! &lt;br /&gt;·         No longer will you be annoyed at touching up your war paint makeup in the bathroom  because now there is lots and lots of counter space!&lt;br /&gt;·         No longer will you roll your eyes at the men that are walking through the door because you will be too busy keeping your eyes straight from the watermelon margaritas or you can walk next door and go shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see you there.  As always I am willing to be your DD.  I will be happy to offer sober, free rides home to anyone that can’t operate heavy machinery, but if you don’t live in the 805 you need to cab it.  Feel free to invite anyone that I may have forgotten. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabor Cantina is located at the Lakes shopping center, on Thousand Oaks BLVD, next to the TO Civic Arts Center, across the street from Mastro’s and the Toyota Dealership.  The closest cross street is Hampshire Rd and Rancho Conejo.  There are 2 manmade lakes in the front of this place.  If you can’t find it, then maybe drinking and driving should not be on your list of to-do’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lakes at Thousand Oaks2200 E. Thousand Oaks BlvdThousand Oaks, CA 91362&lt;br /&gt;(805) 497-2457&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz_redir?url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.saborcocinamexicana.com%2F&amp;amp;src_bizid=6d0v91-dgA0aC5EbP7rVRA&amp;amp;cachebuster=1294861333" target="_blank"&gt;www.saborcocinamexicana.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXOXO,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mimi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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The presentation was awful, boring, and plain – they did not use the plate space well at all. The way the food was placed made the plate look empty and really lackluster. It was like having a date with a super model and you show up to pick her up and she has no makeup on and is wearing a potato sack. The food was worse. There was not one thing that I enjoyed here. We got the sampler which sucked. The sushi was awful. The stir fry was something you could get at a typical Chinese place. The dessert was a mud pie that looked pretty, but tasted bleh. The worst part is that the prices are outrageous for all this mediocrity. Our server was a so cal hater. She said that she used to live in SD and said she couldn’t handle it anymore and had to move back to Kauai. Why the F would you say this to so cal residents? Lame. That must be why she is still waiting tables after graduating college. The ambiance is like eating at someone’s plantation home set in a garden that sounded way better in print than real life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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I was expecting a rope and wood plank bridge that had big gaps in between the planks like something out of Indiana Jones, but what I got was a very sturdy wooden bridge that sways with your steps. It’s a nice photo op to stop at, but there is nothing to really look at on the other side of the bridge except for some homes. The water below the bridge is super shallow so don’t dive off the bridge unless you want to be paralyzed for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ke’e Beach&lt;br /&gt;Hanalei, HI 96714&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey to the end of the road ended at this super pretty and mellow beach. There are huge slabs of rock on the sand that are moss covered and really pretty. The moss feels like fuzzy fur bedroom slippers beneath your feet, but it smelled kind of gross. The backdrop of the beach is the start of the Napali coast and the Napali coast trails and it is just absolutely stunning. There was a seal just sunning himself on the beach when we got there – it was super cute. I don’t think this is the best place to play, but there are life guards and limited parking spots. It’s a definite must see on the north shore of Kauai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanalei Beach and Pier&lt;br /&gt;Hanalei, HI 96714&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This seems more like a locals place than a touristy beach. The pier is nothing spectacular like the Santa Monica pier. The Hanalei pier is basically just a wooden roofed structured at the end of a long walk of wooden steps. Local kids like to jump off the end into the ocean. Local fishermen have their lines set up at the edge of the pier. All around you there are people surfing, swimming, paddling and basically being active in that everyday Hawaiian way. Its peaceful here and pretty crowded when the weather is nice. The water is pretty shallow and seems pretty mellow. It’s a nice place to chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kilauea Lighthouse&lt;br /&gt;PO Box 1130Kilauea, HI 96754&lt;br /&gt;(808) 828-0168 www.kilauealighthouse.org&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view is spectacular. The lighthouse juts out on the edge of a cliff and there are a million birds soaring overhead. You can actually visit the lighthouse, although it was closed on the day that we went there because it was a holiday. On the way to the lighthouse are a couple of small, quaint shopping centers where you can pick up cheap plate lunches, pizzas, smoothies and snacks. There are also a couple of overpriced boutiques and shops for the high maintenance chicks in your group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spouting Horn&lt;br /&gt;Lawai RoadKoloa, HI 96756&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s basically a hole in a string of rocks that when the wave hits correctly makes a spouting wave that can be anything from mediocre to massive. It’s a huge tourist spot. There are also a bunch of stalls selling kitschy knick knacks and Hawaiian souvenirs. It’s totally worth a drive by, but be patient because it can take forever before the spouting horn spouts something big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poipu Beach&lt;br /&gt;Hoone RdUninc Kauai County, HI 96752&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not amazingly beautiful, but it is a nice popular place to get some sun and play in the water. The waves are pretty mellow. There were tons of families at this beach. You can rent padded double sun chairs with shade for $40 a day. There is also pricy but decent food at the snack bar. A monk seal even came out and was resting in the sand one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also a bunch of waterfalls that are easily accessible such as Opeaka’a Falls and Wailua Falls - just grab a map&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiksilver Roxy Poipu&lt;br /&gt;2829 Ala Kalanikauamaka Ste F131Koloa, HI 96756&lt;br /&gt;(808) 742-8088&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you forgot a swimsuit or need some extra casual clothes, this is pretty much one of the only places to shop at in the southern end of the island.  They have an extensive collection of swimsuits for women and kids and the men’s side has a ton of shorts and shirts.  I love that the Quicksilver stores in HI always carry shirts with HI stuff on it that you can’t get on the mainland.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Both of our parents came to America poor, made money, and decided to not live in ethnic enclaves consisting of their own people.  If my buddy is dressed casually, he always jokes by saying, “When you see me, don’t judge me because I look like a broke ass Indian.”  You might think this is a weird thing to say, but we meet for lunch at the local country club and where we live it’s predominantly white wealthy snobby people who probably think we are part of the wait staff when we roll in to eat.  It’s in a neighborhood where the only black people I have ever seen are Will and Jada Smith, Martin Lawrence, and Shaq.  Martin Sheen is about the only Hispanic I have ever seen around.  Yes, Martin Sheen is Hispanic.  His real name is Ramon Estevez.  Look it up on IMDB.  Anyways, even though I grew up getting judged on my looks here in super white Westlake Village, I never grew out of judging people based on theirs.  &lt;br /&gt;I was getting my nails done recently and there was a new nail technician at the place I frequent and of course I instantly judged her.  Nail technicians always look like fresh immigrants.  Some places are filled with older ladies like my mom who sit around and gossip about you while they polish your nails.  Or some places have a fresh slew of young FOB chicks that look like they just crossed the border on a boat, leaving their motherland behind because rubbing the feet of fat women with calluses is a better option than prostitution or being in a sweat shop making clothes at home. &lt;br /&gt;The new nail tech was a cougar aged woman of mixed Asian heritage, drowning in makeup, clothed like a tramp and covered in tats.  I don’t hate on Asians.  I don’t hate on heavy people.  I don’t hate on people with tattoos.  I don’t hate on chicks that dress like prostitutes.  This is LA and you have all of that around you 24/7.  But for some reason when I saw this woman, my first instinct was to recoil in fear and loathing.  I don’t want this woman coming near me or my nails.  I didn’t want to spend the next hour staring at her makeup and tats because I knew that is what I was going to do.  I am really glad that she couldn’t hear my thoughts because all sorts of “Yuck and Ewwww” were in my head.  I was willing to wait extra long for my $5 manicure just as long as she wasn’t the one doing them. &lt;br /&gt;But then my more logical side kicked in and I thought if I was in a street fight in Compton I would want this chick on my side.  But since I have never been to South Central and I have no plans on trekking down to Martin Luther King Jr Blvd for a sample sale on any time soon, I figured I wouldn’t have to make friends with Tat lady.  Although Tat lady was not my tech, she sat right next to me and chatted me up while I was getting my nails done.  I have one of those faces that make people want to befriend me.  My mom has the same face and my niece is getting one too.  People think I am nice and friendly, but I am really just an angry Asian on the inside.  On the outside I am all smiles and sunny delight and on the inside I am storm waiting to erupt.  Just ask the poor kid that works for me.  He’ll tell you what the real Mimi is like.&lt;br /&gt;Tat lady spoke to me in my mother tongue.  I was surprised and wondered if her mom was a prostitute or raped by a GI.  My mom used to tell me that all the mixed kids in Vietnam were either from the unions between GIs and prostitutes or a product of rape.  It’s probably not true, but you know how things your mom tells you stick in your head forever?  She started telling me about her teenagers.  She brought out her phone to show me pictures of her family.  Her kids all looked like happy, well fed little versions of her.  One was overly pierced in some really random places and the other one had a blue Mohawk.  I thought, “oh cute, they must like her to want to look like her.”  After chatting with her for awhile, she turned out to be totally normal. &lt;br /&gt;By the time my nails were dry, I told myself to stop judging people based on the way they look – that it’s such a shallow, close minded way to deal with people.  I was going to change the way I view people from now on.  With my new slick nails and my new attitude, I breezed out of the salon and my intentions to be better failed instantly.  As soon as I left the salon this tatted up, missing tooth, trucker dude was walking by and said Hi.  Well mannered me replied back with a smile and a “hi” while I was really thinking, “I will stab you in the jugular and kill you in front of all these nail techs if you even try to make a move, buddy.”  I will never be rude to you even if I hate you and wished you were dead.  My mom taught me to be unfailingly polite to all.  It’s one of those odd things about the Asian culture – you have to be nice even if you are mentally hoping that they fall and break a hip. &lt;br /&gt;We kept walking side by side heading the same way and the whole time I was really hoping he wasn’t parked near me.  But then Trucker dude stopped at the magazine rack and picked up a copy of Martha Stewart Living.  It was so unbelievable - I wanted to snap a photo.  I realized that you really can’t make assumptions based on looks, but I’m probably never going to be a big enough person to stop judging people on their looks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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There were several flavors that we don’t have at home such as passion fruit and tons of macadamia nut and coconut combos. The service is better at some than others, and the selection is better at some than others. Some of them are fancy and even carry coffee and pastries. My favorite was Tutu’s anniversary which was a swirl of coconut, passion fruit and raspberry and it was so much more amazing than rainbow sherbet. We went to Lappert’s every single day of our trip and sometimes twice a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living Foods Market &amp;amp; Cafe&lt;br /&gt;Kukuiula Village&lt;br /&gt;2829 Ala Kalanikauamaka Koloa, HI 96756&lt;br /&gt;(808) 742-2323&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a Whole Foods or Lassen’s or Trader Joe’s health food junkie and you are sick of eating Spam and Loco Mocos, come here for some fresh foods, healthy options and snacks. Located near the Sheraton in the south side of the island, Living Foods is not only so cute and well organized and set up perfectly, they carry some awesome items. They carry not only food, but also beauty products and there is also a little café inside that makes crepes and other yummy items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanapepe Café &amp;amp; Bakery&lt;br /&gt;3830 Hanapepe RdHanapēpē, HI 96741(808) 335-5011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the cutest bakery that I found in Kauai. The have yummy stuff like macadamia nut cinnamon rolls, chocolate coconut pie and sweet potato pie. The place is pretty big with plenty of tables and chairs to eat in. The location is not the greatest in this sleepy town of Hanapepe which is a short walk of galleries, book stores, and the swinging bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kauai Nut Roasters&lt;br /&gt;4484 Aku Rd Unit B5Hanalei, HI 96714&lt;br /&gt;(808) 826-7415&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They take simple nuts, add in some tasty ingredients such as salt, sugar, honey, spices and create the most fabulously delicious nuts you have ever had crunch between your teeth. I am so in love with all of their sugary options. They leave canisters of samples out front for your pleasure so you know what you are getting before you lay down your hard earned cash for these tasty treats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grinds Café&lt;br /&gt;4469 Waialo RdEleele, HI 96705&lt;br /&gt;(808) 335-6027&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the yummiest “local” place that we ate at. It came highly recommended by the people that live in the area. The menu has your traditional Hawaiian favorites such as loco moco and plate lunches with mahi mahi and some very un-Hawaiian items such as the Grinds sandwich which was salami, pesto cream cheese, tomato, and parmesan toasted on top of fresh baked Grinds white bread. Grinds bakes goodies daily such as bread, carrot cake, muffins, and cookies. My favorite part of this place was that postcard rack. The postcards were 5 for $1 and it made it very convenient for us to write our postcards while we were waiting for our meals to be prepared. Another awesome thing was that the post office was right next door. Talk about convenience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kilauea Bakery &amp;amp; Pau Hana Pizza&lt;br /&gt;Keneke St.Kilauea, HI 96754&lt;br /&gt;(808) 828-2020&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bakery is super cute and the food looks great. We just grabbed a couple of desserts and drinks since we had already eaten lunch. The desserts, baked on premise, were a little dry and tasted not so fresh. But if you need a snack, grab a glass of passion fruit lemonade and a pizza. The service is not super friendly though so don’t be expecting that Aloha spirit at this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kilauea Fish Market&lt;br /&gt;4270 Kilauea Lighthouse RdKauai North ShoreKilauea, HI 96754&lt;br /&gt;(808) 828-6244&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place is small, the benches outside are not super clean, but the food is pretty decent, the service is friendly and I love the homemade wife beaters that the help wears. The clientele seem like a mix of tourists and hippie locals…like blonde guys with waist length dreds and Birkenstock types. Come here for a quick plate lunch before you head to the lighthouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oki Diner&lt;br /&gt;3125 Kuhio HwyLihue, HI 96766&lt;br /&gt;(808) 245-5899&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s your basic Hawaiian diner – friendly service, spam and lots of loco moco. The food is not spectacular but it is edible, service is quick and friendly and prices are reasonable. We got teriyaki chicken and rice, loco moco, eggs &amp;amp; Spam, and macadamia nut pancakes. Everything was decent, but it’s definitely not a foodie gourmet place. There is inside and outdoor dining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomkats Grille&lt;br /&gt;5402 Koloa RdKoloa, HI 96756&lt;br /&gt;(808) 742-8887&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was totally NOT amazing.  It’s set in a touristy part of the island in a shopping center with nothing remarkable in it or about it.  The service was good, but the food was absolutely nothing special.  We got a Caesar salad that was very heavy on the parmesan and the dressing although the lettuce was fresh and a plate lunch with pork, tuna poke, and macaroni salad which made my stomach hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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This might be the most beautiful slum area ever, overlooking the beautiful Atlantic Ocean between the forts of El Morro and San Cristobal. It started out as a slaughterhouse, then workers and farmers started moving into the area and poverty leads to criminals and there you have it. Reggaeton and salsa concerts are held there at night in an effort to revitalize the image of La Perla which might sound like a good idea, but good luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Get the double fort package. It is a discounted price that gives you entrance to this place and San Cristobal. It’s a short walk between the 2 forts with gorgeous views of the ocean on one side and colorful buildings on the other side. There are some really awesome views of the ocean on one side and of the entire city of SJ on the other side. The best part of this place is the view from the top and the views of the cemetery next door – it might be the best place to get buried in the whole world. There are some cool cannons and cannon balls to look at. The rest of this place can be skipped if you don’t have the time or the inclination to check out dark, musty old rooms and corridors. There is also a short video to check out if you want more info. Going to the bathrooms is A MUST SEE!!! At the end of the stalls there is an opening with beautiful ocean views. 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OjEAkVnNSmM/S4GeoFAx_9I/AAAAAAAAAX4/2KNoKTqQOlM/s320/San+Juan,+Puerto+Rico+11-25-09+058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OjEAkVnNSmM/S4GenSNjmjI/AAAAAAAAAXw/WiiCPnx5LP0/s1600-h/San+Juan,+Puerto+Rico+11-25-09+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440804222581054002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OjEAkVnNSmM/S4GenSNjmjI/AAAAAAAAAXw/WiiCPnx5LP0/s320/San+Juan,+Puerto+Rico+11-25-09+052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;999 Ashford AveSan Juan, PR 00907&lt;br /&gt;(787) 721-1000 &lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz_redir?url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.condadoplaza.com&amp;amp;src_bizid=giIOedNoJB_ksn7LTLwr8A&amp;amp;cachebuster=1260422873" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.yelp.com/biz_redir?url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.condadoplaza.com&amp;amp;src_bizid=giIOedNoJB_ksn7LTLwr8A&amp;amp;cachebuster=1260422873&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You roll up and it looks a little ghetto for a Conrad, but the inside looks hip and trendy like a W Hotel. It has recently been renovated and I really love the modern décor. Service is nice, the casino is pretty dead except on the weekends, and there are views of the beaches on one side and views of the bay on the other side. If you get views of the beach they are awesome. The bay views are really pretty too, but you have to walk across the street to get to your room…annoying but you get to walk through a cool overhanging bridge. There are pools on both sides of the hotels but the ones on the main part of the hotel fronting the beaches are much nicer. There are also tennis courts, a gym, and kayaks. The beaches here are ok – not amazing, but better than the beaches in California. The pool area has 2 pools and a Jacuzzi and tons of beach chairs. There are also hammocks in the grassy areas where you can relax in. The pina coladas are yummy here. There are tons of rocks on the beaches her for you posers to take photos on. Try to keep you gaze on the right side of the beach since all you see on the left side is traffic and construction. It’s kind of nasty and depressing and this is a public beach so there are lots of locals hanging out sharing the beach with you. Watch out for all of the sand fleas – they are nasty and vicious. Overall it’s an ok place to stay but there isn’t much action here. You should try staying closer to Old San Juan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OjEAkVnNSmM/S4GVusE51PI/AAAAAAAAAUg/KJwYTsMrPdg/s320/San+Juan,+Puerto+Rico+11-28-09+030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OjEAkVnNSmM/S4GVuBoDfKI/AAAAAAAAAUY/VpYOTSsSo-M/s1600-h/San+Juan,+Puerto+Rico+11-28-09+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440794442783227042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OjEAkVnNSmM/S4GVuBoDfKI/AAAAAAAAAUY/VpYOTSsSo-M/s320/San+Juan,+Puerto+Rico+11-28-09+031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1056 Ashford AveSan Juan, PR 00907&lt;br /&gt;(787) 725-6919&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz_redir?url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.budatai.com%2F&amp;amp;src_bizid=Jo1oNHLrYKooFvQ3djvtCA&amp;amp;cachebuster=1260423000" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.yelp.com/biz_redir?url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.budatai.com%2F&amp;amp;src_bizid=Jo1oNHLrYKooFvQ3djvtCA&amp;amp;cachebuster=1260423000&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place wins the foodie choice award for me of all of the places we ate at in SJ. The place has some delish Asian dishes including pork dumplings with shaved truffles and sweet and spicy hamachi. It’s located next to the Louis Vuitton store in the ritzy Condado area. With views of the ocean across the street, a third level patio area, an over attentive wait staff ad some delicious menu items, this is the best place to eat in SJ. I heart the little Buddha sliders that come on Chinese steam buns. It’s romantic, it’s trendy, it’s hip, and it’s worth checking out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Located in the Condado area in a very cute colonial style building next to the bay, AM sells fancy Puerto Rican food at fancy prices. The food is nicely presented but not that great, especially at these prices. We got a steak covered in mushroom sauce accompanied by rice and beans. The steak was decent but the mushroom sauce was greasy and too salty. The rice and beans were bland. We also got these little mashed and fried plantains cups filled with shrimp that was salty and totally worthless. The last thing we tried were little mashed plantain cakes with little pieces of fish on top. Again, the cake parts were bland and the fish really salty. On a more positive note, the mojitos are strong and the service friendly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OjEAkVnNSmM/S3T_0E-0q_I/AAAAAAAAARY/atC57uAPvls/s320/Vinoteque+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7469 Melrose AveLos Angeles, CA 90046&lt;br /&gt;(310) 860-6060 &lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz_redir?url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.vinotequela.com&amp;amp;src_bizid=7WuL6AyJ_LdFdfaO49F70g&amp;amp;cachebuster=1265776574" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.yelp.com/biz_redir?url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.vinotequela.com&amp;amp;src_bizid=7WuL6AyJ_LdFdfaO49F70g&amp;amp;cachebuster=1265776574&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love a place that has a small plates menu because I can try a variety of things at about the same price as having a full meal. Ambiance is cozy chic. Bathroom is a one man stall but has a cute door. There is an inside and outside eating area. The food was beautifully presented for the most part. The desserts and cheeses are a must try.&lt;br /&gt;1. Roasted Beet salad with pears that had a ton of other ingredients in it but came out bland and not very pretty looking&lt;br /&gt;2. Frisee Lardons – salad with big fat juicy bacon pieces and an egg – the most amazing bacon I have ever had. I wanted to buy the pig this time&lt;br /&gt;3. Prosciutto wrapped asparagus – too salty and the egg mushroom fondue underneath was bland and unappetizing looking once you cracked the egg&lt;br /&gt;4. Gnocchi with port and stilton cheese sauce was to die for. The texture was silky and amazing and I wish there was more of this in the order&lt;br /&gt;5. Lamb meatballs with a goat cheese center were tasty in that weird combo kind of way&lt;br /&gt;6. Mussels with chorizo and garlic aioli were not too “fishy” and the addition of chorizo made it a good combo although it may sound odd&lt;br /&gt;7. Vodovan shrimp with garlic butter was a little tough and too salty and not anything special&lt;br /&gt;8. Yellowtail tartare with avocado was fresh but the soy citrus sauce was too glazy in consistency - kind of like the teriyaki sauce you get at Japanese places. Serving them with potato chips is not such a great idea.&lt;br /&gt;9. Pan roasted scallops with corn and chanterelle mushroom relish – corn good, scallops just decent&lt;br /&gt;10. Cheese platter of Pierre robere, gouda, and Spanish manchego was drizzled with a quince paste and served with a kava gelee, apricots and bread sticks. I would swap the breadsticks out with some crusty baguette type bread but the cheese was amazing&lt;br /&gt;11. Pear crumble with pistachio ice cream and pear fraiche was so good that I could have eaten 3 of them12. Churros filled with chocolate, strawberry or vanilla cream and served with coffee custard and whipped cream was also excellent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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In a long string of failing restaurants in this shopping center, I hope this one survives. The décor is dark wood + low lights. It’s roomy and boring in that typical elegant steak joint kind of way. The starter bread basket rolls were doughy, garlicky, cheesy goodness. Remember how happy you were as a kid with a new container of PlayDoh? This was how happy I was biting into these amazing rolls. Wood Ranch has nothing on these rolls and Red’s is a close second. I had the petit filet mignon that was tender, juicy, perfectly seared and bleeding just the right amount. The baked potato was large and a little dry but still had good flavor especially after I drowned it in butter and sour cream. The Mac n cheese was blended with chives and was creamy and tasty. When dessert time rolls around, they bring you a lighted menu. The lights are cool, but the teeny tiny writing is ANNOYING. WTF? Why do I need to struggle with reading the menu when I am so fat and tired and sleepy from eating 12 ounces of bleeding cow and 2 pounds of starches? Anyways, the dessert menu runs the typical gamut of brownie sundae, key lime pie, 5 layer chocolate cake, and a cheesecake covered in phyllo dough covered with bananas foster sauce. We got the bananas foster cheesecake. It was bleh – tasteless and ugly. It looked like a chimichanga with brown bananas on top and warm cheese in the middle. The whip cream that topped this dessert tasted like it was from a can. I understand that you are coming here for the meat and not the sugar, but why not excel at every aspect of the food pleasure process?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OjEAkVnNSmM/Syr2RWaU8YI/AAAAAAAAANg/piwat1P_tDw/s320/Beso+061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6350 Hollywood BlvdLos Angeles, CA 90028(323) 467-7991 &lt;a href="http://www.besohollywood.com/"&gt;http://www.besohollywood.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is pretty dark inside with a small reception area that open up to a large open lounge area for pre dinner drinks. The upper eating level looks down on the lower level like in a club. The ambiance is understated luxury, with big crystal chandeliers, small mirrors, candlelight, and a fully glassed in 8 feet tall wine rack in the rear. The bathroom looks like a restored slum area compared to the dining area – try to skip it. We had dinner midweek at 7 and it was super DEAD. There were only about 15 people in the entire place. Our server was efficient, but not friendly – she would be an awesome grim reaper character in a movie. The busboys were really efficient as well. Don’t waste your money on the artichoke guacamole – it is super bland and the pita chips taste like they are from Costco. The taco sampler was DELISH – 5 little tacos stuffed with yum sauces and tuna tartar, grilled fish, steak, plantain, and chicken. The sirloin was tender and it came with 3 sauces that I used on my fries – the green chimmichurri sauce and Cabrales crema were good, but the BBQ sauce was too sweet and glaze like for me. Both the onion strings and the fries were way too soggy and also a waste of money at $8a piece. The creamed spinach with feta was my favorite but the spinach was super creamed like baby food. Other good options were the mashed potatoes, the jidori chicken &amp;amp; chili rubbed skirt steak. 4 people stuffed to the point of unbuttoning our pants and a bunch of take home food resulted in a $200 bill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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The smaller more confined tent is more intimate, but less comfortable. The pre show clowns were typical to a CDS show. There was this really annoying constant “Move away from the stage!” warning. It drove me crazy. I have to warn you that the seats are tiny. If you are overweight, you will be uncomfortable. I am a little over 100 pounds and I was uncomfortable. Music, lighting and makeup are awesome as always, but the costumes looked a little budget. I am not sure what the theme was but there was some crazy king and a kid with a kite. The stage was a mix of construction site meets Indian Bollywood with Latin, Indian and Middle Eastern music. Costumes included some sari inspired, brightly colored outfits in fuchsia and gold. Many of the male costumes had humungous cod pieces. Bigger is always better in LA, I guess. The entrance act had a guy carrying a pole with a dancer attached. This chick should open up her own strip class – she was awesome. There were people running on big beach balls. Then they jumped on top of each other – it was ball, person, ball, person – running around. There was a big blanket toss of people back and forth. The second act was a trio of female contortionists. They curved themselves around each other head to ass in snakelike poses. They looked boneless and their movements were so fluid and sensual and sexy as they balanced on top of each other. The best part of this was when one of the chicks kept her had planted on the floor and the rest of her body was running around her head. It looked like something out of Beetle Juice. The third act was a trapeze chick clad in a crimson costume with a flame colored wig. The wig was red and orange and yellow and was so cool looking when she was swinging around in the air by her feet. The break in circus acts brought out this human size dog that would piss into the audience. The fourth act was this shirtless guy on a unicycle twirling this chick around him like they were making love salsa style. It got me all hot especially when she was sitting on his shoulders with her crotch inches away from his mouth. The dude was probably gay, but whatever it was as hot as watching those Chippendale dancers. The dude eventually got off the unicycle and was able to jump back on the thing without using hands. The fifth act was a double high wire act with 4 guys that involved jumping rope on the wire, fencing each other, playing leap frog – one guy jumped over 2 of the other guys that were lying down, and then one sat on the other guy’s shoulders and walked across. I thought it was over when, but it got crazier – 2 guys on bikes held a stick between them and one of the guys balanced a chair on the stick and got on the chair balanced for a bit and then got down. It was crazy core work.&lt;br /&gt;There was another break where they picked theater attendees out for some magic, illusion and confetti spitting into the crowd and some pick pocketing and stripping of a kid with a tie. Next there was a dark gross dancing act with skeleton dancers and a coat that opened up and all these rats fell out. It was like Halloween meets Mardi gras which led into the wheel of death act which is 2 hamster wheels set teeter totter style rotating in a circle with a guy in each wheel doing flips, twists and turns. Eventually the guys moved from the inside of the wheel to the outside jumping rope on the wheel as it turns. The hard rock background music added to the adrenaline pumping through you while you were anticipating for one of these guys to trip on their rope and fall to their death. The seventh act was the most amazing juggler ever. He juggled nerf balls and hoops while bouncing a ball on his head. I can’t even describe how awesome he was. You just have to go see in person. The eighth act was a totally tatted up real lean guy in a g string that balanced on ten stacked chairs. The last act used teeter totters to propel girls and guys on stilts into the air. A dude was on stilts and got propelled into the air, did a couple of flips and landed upright. And then the magic ended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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You just look like a desperate cougar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just an intimate dinner party for my some of my closest friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be warned, if you thought I left someone out from the invite list, YOU ARE WRONG so don’t even think about being nice and letting someone not on this exclusive list know about this. Do not invite anyone else unless you are sleeping with them (aka spouse, BF, GF, domestic partner or booty call) or if you or your spouse or domestic partner gave birth to them. Please feel free to bring your kids because I know Ava and Grey are coming. Please do not rush up to my nephew and scream at him about how good looking he is and how you want to eat him up and hold him. This freaks him out… especially if you are white and not Dan. He is not around a lot of screaming white people so please refrain from making him cry and slapping you. Yes we have taught him how to slap offenders. Please do not feel bad if your children are monsters or cry. We will seat them at the opposite end of me. I will be fine. Don’t worry. My niece Ava is aggressive and will tell them to shut up. There is a full open bar if you want to sedate your children. Don't worry about it, alcohol is on me. Please use liberally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISCLAIMER:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can’t make it don’t feel bad because I won’t. We are all adults. We all have our own separate lives. We all have to think of our own needs and what makes us happy. If sitting around a garlic smelling place, eating high calorie foods, watching your stomach bloat, and looking like a fat ass tomorrow doesn't sound like a good time, then save me the drama of watching you eat in fear and stay home. If watching me scream over the table in an attempt to talk to people, shoving mushroom ravioli in my mouth and hogging the ranch dip annoys you then don’t come. I will not be offended. If you are afraid of gathering in groups then don’t come. I won’t care. Some of us have dependents like Mel with her swine flu ridden baby. We don’t want your swine flu but we love you Mel. Some of us don’t live here anymore because our friends (me) get us jobs that relocate us like Orralyn. We will miss you and Matt, Ori! Some of you won’t be in town. It doesn’t matter. I am getting lasagna with extra cheese and I will be extremely happy until I wake with diahrrea the next day. If you want to be there to witness this and be able to Face Book about it then come out…or not. I won’t be offended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxox The Dinh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: This party has lots of couples. If you (aka Eric, Diana, Danny, etc) can’t deal with being single and watching other people happy and possibly making out with their significant other at the table (aka Dan) then either get some blinders or don’t come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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This city is chocked full of culture and history and there were still so many things that I wanted to see and experience.  I do not recommend not seeing this city in the summer.  It’s ungodly Vegas style hot.  We didn’t feel unsafe or had to worry about pick pockets at all and it’s not that dirty here.  It’s a lot cleaner than LA.&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple of Tips:&lt;br /&gt;·         Everything is expensive compared to the US so bring lots of cash since many places don’t take credit cards. &lt;br /&gt;·         It’s lost of walking so get comfy shoes&lt;br /&gt;·         Use the trains at the Termini Station:     This is super cheap and pretty easy to navigate.  Don’t get caught up in the line for tickets.  Use the English speaking ticket machines to the side.  Most of the workers at the station speak a little English and are helpful.  You show them your ticket and they point you in the right direction.  Just don’t be afraid to ask and try dropping at least one word of Italian so you don’t seem like one of those rude American tourists that Europeans love to hate.  You take your luggage up on to the train with you.  Instead of taking the $180 taxi ride or $300 private car ride from the city to the port, you can take a $12 taxi from the city to the train station and then take a $6 train ride from the train station to the port.  From the port you walk a little bit to the shuttle bus that takes you to the cruise ship.&lt;br /&gt;·         Taxis:    Most taxi drivers speak English, are pretty nice and helpful, and none of them tried to rip us off.  You can find them at any tourist spots except next to the Coliseum on Sundays since they close the roads between the Coliseum and the Forum.  Don’t forget to tip 10%.&lt;br /&gt;·         Roman Gelato:   This is the world’s best ice cream from the 16 countries I have been to.  I ate 3 cones a day which put me n the bathroom forever, but I couldn’t stop eating it.  Did I mention that I am lactose intolerant?&lt;br /&gt;·         Stay at the Sofitel:    This was a great small luxury hotel.  The doorman, Luigi, was a dream.  He was super nice, charming, and so helpful.  Everyone in the entire place was unbelievably nice.  The rooms were clean and we had a balcony with views all the way to St Peter’s.  The restaurant on the 7th floor had exceptional views of the city.  There is free internet in the lobby.  The shower was a little odd; the door only covered half the bath so the floor got a little wet.&lt;br /&gt;·         Eat at Piccolo Modo:      This little restaurant near our hotel served the best Italian food we have had in Rome.  It was not close to one of the best meals I have had.  We had lasagna and pesto gnocchi.  I am sorry to say this, but I did not eat anything outstanding in this city other than the gelato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what we saw:&lt;br /&gt;Vatican Museum:  For $21, you get herded in like cows to the slaughter. The air conditioning was worthless.  The art work was extraordinary and a Roman must see, but I would never ever do this twice.&lt;br /&gt;St. Peter’s Basilica and Square:  Free to get in and made up for the awfulness of the Vatican.  If there is only one thing you could see in Rome, this is it.  The massiveness of it almost inspired me to go to mass.  You can climb the 300 steps to the top of the dome for views of the city, but we did not attempt it in the sweltering heat.  The line for St Peter’s is about as long as the one for food rations during World War 2 so come with an umbrella, lots of water, and the patience of a saint.&lt;br /&gt;Cathedrals:   There are about 900 churches to see.  We only saw about 6.  They are all superbly built.  The church of St Agnes had her skull in a case in a side room.  That was the best relic to see.  Don’t dress like a whore or you will get kicked out.  Knees and shoulders must be covered up.&lt;br /&gt;Trevi Fountain:   This is a hundred times better at night all lit up than it is in the morning.  The sheer size of this fountain is incredible.  Pictures do it no justice.  DO NOT EAT in this touristy area – food is awful except for the gelato – double fist it like you would at a Tijuana bar when you were 18. &lt;br /&gt;Spanish Steps:  This was a big bunch of steps that tourists like to hang out on.  The views from the top are nothing special – just tourists, shops, and the tops of buildings including St Peter’s.  The redeeming quality is that shopping here includes high end shops like Gucci and Dior. &lt;br /&gt;The Coliseum:   Don’t get suckered into the tour groups.  They tell you that for an extra $6 you can jump to the front of the long line, but then you have to wait at the front of the line until the tour fills up which is longer than the real wait in the normal line.  The regular line is totally shaded and moves quickly.  This place is humungous, awe inspiring, jaw dropping and worth the raping price of $18 to get in.&lt;br /&gt;Roman Forum:    It was a nightmare looking for the entrance.  We took many wrong turns and did a lot of uphill walking.  It is nowhere close to the Coliseum even though on the map it looks like it right next door.  By the time we found it, we didn’t want to bother going in.  Although the long walk was very scenic they should offer rickshaw rides or bicycle taxis from the Coliseum to the Roman Forum. &lt;br /&gt;Piazza Novena:   One of the largest squares in the city, this place was just a bunch of mediocre restaurants, the church of St. Agnes and a bunch of cookie cutter art vendors.  You should skip eating it and only check it out for St. Agnes’ skull.  If you have time to kill, have a coffee and people watch.&lt;br /&gt;Parthenon:   Located in a sort of dirty and crowded piazza, you only get to see the outside of it.  You can peek through the crack in the front doors to see inside.  There are some street musicians, some guys dressed up like Roman warriors for some photo ops, and plenty of coffee shops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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