Category: Happy Hour

Watermelon Soju

There are childhood favorites, like Strawberry Jam, or post-adolescent necessities luxuries, like sweet and juicy fruit-infused booze. After working days on end, I can’t imagine a better way to spend a well-deserved day off than to sit outdoors, basking in the infinite and inescapable sunlight with a dripping watermelon wedge in one hand and a nice, cold glass of watermelon soju in the other. Along with the cozy smell of yeast and flour that makes bread, the warmth and softness of freshly washed-and-dried laundry against my face, and the sight of my dog, Chino. making feeble (and more often, not-so-feeble) attempts at “rolling over” in hopes of getting a tummy rub, my heart flutters when the sun is beaming, forcing me to wrinkle my nose and squint my eyes. It also swells with glee when watermelons are in season. They’re my absolute favorite fruit.

They’re mouth-watering and bursting with brightness, flavor, and juice, undeniably singing “summer is here!” And paired with some soju, I can’t help but to think (with all 22 whopping years of me): life just can’t get much better than this. Continue reading

RumFire

Now, this is what you call the quintessential “Spring Break.” The perfect spring break must include the following: a gorgeous beach (check), a gigantic pool (check), bright-colored umbrellas (check), towering palm trees (check), flip flops (check), and clear blue skies (check, check, check! Okay, we get the point). It’s just too bad it’s already over, discordant with everybody’s vacation mode. I know I couldn’t have been the only one clinging to my bed for dear life come Monday morning. Let’s not kid ourselves!

It’s practically torture sifting through these pictures from the not so distant past. Even if RumFire is only a ten-or-so minute drive away. Sure, I may sound spoiled and this may be a tangible luxury, but it certainly serves as quite the opposite when time does not permit such leisurely visitations. However, when time does allow, I assure you, being at RumFire between 4pm – 6pm is truly the happiest hour. Continue reading

Ryan’s.

Throughout the week, even with the fourth of July looming over me, I couldn’t get myself to stay put in my kitchen. Ever since my trip to California, I’ve been more and more inclined to try the new and different restaurants around me as opposed to settling for what I consider to be comfortable and familiar. These adventure-compelled excursions, otherwise known as my relentless erudition in the name of gastronomy, has got me avoiding the beating heart of my home. Not for long though. Perhaps a few more days of this hiatus from cardiovascular exercise for both my kitchen and I.


Actually, maybe sooner especially considering the fact that instead of exercising the heart of my home and the heart of my body, I have been indulging in what could be considered as the artery-clogging, detrimental-to-the-heart sorts of foods. Well, in this case, at the very least. But avoiding them has proven to be much more difficult than I would have imagined. Seriously. I just love the sound of “Happy Hour,” it’s like music to my ears and often the happy end to my hungry stomach. Continue reading