I'm Still Jenny from the Block

Haha. I'm Still Jenny from the Block. Hear that BeatNuts in the background? Damn, throwback.

Damn, guys. I'm totally sorry for holdin' out on you. I promise I got some stories to tell. It's just that this promotion, falling in love and relocating my life for the 2nd time within the year has really caught up to my every day lifestyle! I haven't had the time to actually sit down for myself and throw in some creative writing...if that's what I can even call it.

I won't lie; I've missed you guys! There are so many times throughout my day where I think that y'all would love to read what I just witnessed with my own eyes, but once I've completed my hour commute home back from work I'm effin' exhausted. You can't blame me, can you?

It's true. I've relocated my life back to my natural habitat in Berkeley. Something about the smells of the streets, homeless neighbors (real life contradiction. haha) and crawling distance to my favorite bar that is SO DAMN appealing! The commute to work every day really sucks, but I really don't mind it since it means that I'm out of my parents house and doing my own thing.

The only thing that sucks is that the love of my life and I have conflicting work-week schedules. Dating within the industry really does take a toll on the heart. But if I can say so myself, I'd rather have him get off work really late and only have real quality time with him over the weekends than not being able to communicate or see him at all...people actually do that and thank goodness I'm not one of them.

I'm dating a chef. He's pretty fuckin' awesome. He wakes up with me every morning before my commute, brews my coffee and cooks me breakfast at my request. Sometimes he'll walk me out to my car and see me goodbye. Others, he'll stand out on the balcony and wave me farewell as I pull out of the garage. I start work in the morning and Chef starts by the time I get off. This inevitably means that he gets off work ridiculously late. Luckily, we've both managed to have schedules that allow us to spend ENTIRE weekends together. Now that's an extremely rare work schedule for two people in hospitality business to have...let alone one person in the industry to have.

Living in the East Bay. Forreal, the South Bay was a great place to grow up, but living there for my entire life would be the death of me. My hippy-like personality really draws me to Berkeley and I cannot help but relish in how liberal this damn town is. I rode my bicycle on the streets for the first time in months just last week, and fuck, I have not felt so ALIVE in a long time. The sound of my tires crushing the leaves and bringing up water from the puddles on the ground is like a muddler grinding up mint in a Boston Shaker; the smells and sounds are so subtle, but unmistakable.

So, why am I back? Let's just say that I'm on an extra withdrawal to write something that actually means something to me...I mean, writing contracts for my big clients means something to my financial capital, but what about my HUMAN CAPITAL! I need something that translates what I'm feeling in my heart. That legal, schemeegal contractual jargon only means so much. Yuck. Throughout the course of my undergraduate career I wrote and wrote and wrote. From research papers to published works, I probably wrote about 2000 pages of original work. Since then, it's sad to say, but this blog has been my only outlet to write anything for anything. So, feel g'damn privileged to be reading something that I hold near and dear to me.

Welcome Back to the craziness and hodgepodge of food reviews, customer and employer complaints, and the stupid things that people say.

Eat your fuckin' food there are people who are starving in Africa.



Well, don't eat all of it. It's phrases like those that promote obesity. I'm not playin'.

More to come. Thoughts on: FIVE [Berkeley, CA], PARAGON Bar and Cafe [Berkeley Hills, CA], Mirepoix [Windsor, CA]