Epic. Amazing. Crazy. Are the words that come to mind when describing Electric Daisy Carnival. I was elated when entering Las Vegas Motor Speedway for the Super Bowl of Raves. I waited the better part of a year until I could attend. I was awe-struck for an hour at least when I first stepped inside. I was actually here about to experience the very essence in which I live for, in the grandest scale.
The sounds, the people, lights, costumes. They are all going to create my perfect EDC memory. See you in Vegas for 2013.
I had stumbled upon this site documenting the growth and decay of Vancouver’s iconic Main St. It particularly hit home with me because I recognize the buildings and businesses both old and new.
While our debate had once hinged on the goodness of our departed hangouts, we now found ourselves debating which blocks those places used to exist. Like we suddenly didn’t trust our own memories. Where was that junk store where the fantastic lamp was found? The diners and vitamin stores that had burned down and closed up as recently as six months earlier—where exactly had they been? We reasoned that Instagram and Google Street View were remembering this stuff for us now. So why did it even matter?
It was this last question we found ourselves repeating, a week later, at dawn, sizing up the first block of photos at Main and 2nd Avenue. Why exactly does this matter? We still had no answer, but two weeks later, we found ourselves, again in the early morning light, with a camera aimed at the City Centre Motor Hotel on 6th. Over the next five months, we took the equivalent of a 62-block photo—without quite knowing why we were doing it.
Disappointed they had missed my favourite restaurant Longs Noodle House in their photos. At least they had a picture of Gene Cafe.
Visiting Las Vegas I was informed that I must go to a In-N-Out burger. This would be a fast food pilgrimage for me. One of my new years resolutions of 2011 was zero fast food, with a couple of drunken relapses in 2012 (none of which I’m proud of) if I must indulge, might as well be at the Cadillac of fast food joints.
The concierge at the Monte Carlo hotel informed us, that an In-N-Out burger was within walking distance. Win! We got a drink for the walk because I’m already too far gone at this point to stop. None the less, it’s going to be a strong one as trekking underneath 34c sun was not going to be a pleasant task. Especially with the confusing route we had to take over and under the spaghetti of highways Las Vegas has going through it.
I must have been drunk or extremely malnourished when I arrived at In-N-Out because I couldn’t make out what the menu had to offer. I decided to take a leap and get a #1 combo with an extra hamburger of some-sort.
After the first flame grilled, made to order, cheese Burger with bacon, all the fixings and some fresh-cut fries. I had what felt like a strange tingling sensation in my fingers. Not sure if it was the lack of oxygen, due to my failure to breathe between bites, or the preliminary clogging of my arteries. Regardless, I was in fast food heaven. The second burger I had ordered happened to be a regular hamburger. Why I chose no cheese is still a mystery to me.
Thinking back on the experience the name In-N-Out burger is very misleading. I had spent a solid 30 or 40 minutes there, not a quick ordeal as the name suggested.
One of the best fast-food style meals I have eaten. From what I remember…
Traveling home from King Ed pet supplies in I noticed a place advertising Vietnamese subs. Instantly I’m intrigued. My last encounter with a Vietnamese sub was from a street vendor in the business district of NYC. It was delectable. I’m hoping Kim Ahn had a similar take.
Arriving the door I notice signs that state “Breakfast all day,” “Canadian and Vietnamese cuisine.” Shit. I never go to the Cover all bases style of restaurant. If I noticed these signs I would have kept on going but it’s too late now, I’m committed.
It wasn’t hard getting a table as there was lots to choose from. Perhaps for good reason. The woman gives the menu, with a special excerpt for the subs. #5 was my choice, the marinated beef. They also served Vietnamese style coffee too. Score. I elected for the iced with condensed milk. Notable mention that it comes with crushed ice rather than cubes, for instantaneous cooling.
The sub actually hit the spot. Had good ratio of beef to bread to veggies. Beef was flavorful and tender, bread was warm and soft, and devoid of hard ends unlike the NYC counterpart. Decent afternoon snack for a stumble-upon. Good thing all I was expecting was a snack because I could have easily ate two of these and still had room for more.
Would have to try the other Vietnamese sub places in Vancouver to really give an honest rating.