The Squeaky Robot

A Meddling Robot in a Human's World

Posts tagged “food

The New Beat

Posted on March 23, 2013

John Clellon Holmes once said, “Everywhere the Beat Generation seems occupied with the feverish production of answers—some of them frightening, some of them foolish—to a single question: how are we to live?” Holmes was a kind of wrangler of his wayward band of brothers – Kerouac, Ginsberg, and Cassady. He collected and compiled all holy data equally induced by drugs and existential despair to document and thus immortalize the claudicant enlightenments of his lost thinkers. And that’s what it was all about; the beatniks occupied themselves solely with the single most relevant question of any person’s life: how are we to live? In this way, we are all beatniks. No one’s experience or story counts for more than any other, just as no one…

A Little of Seattle

Posted on March 18, 2013

I’m already back in DC, longingly scanning over photos and waiting for a few highly anticipated rolls to develop. Can’t wait till Wednesday! Looking back at San Francisco, Eugene, Portland, and Seattle, I cannot pick a favorite. Because I don’t know the places very well at all. It was never about the place, I consistently preach, but all about the people. And some epic times were had, whether it meant eating cheese and bread on a sunlit San Francisco dock, breaking every plate and ceramic in a tiny Eugene kitchen, drinking beer and reminiscing about Russia over a lovely accordion performance in a dark green Portland lounge, or dining in one of Seattle’s fanciest restaurants (Canlis!!) with the best date ever. I love the…

Keep Portland Weird

Posted on March 15, 2013

Reunion with amigos Tadhg & David. Bicycle rights. Voodoo doughnuts. Poutine. Caffeine. Body art. Hobos named Spyder. PBR. Hawthorne. Accordions. It’s been nothing but good times here in the Pacific NW. While I wish I were here for a year and not a week, one must be grateful that such moments even happened, that I know the amazing people I do, and that Portland is as weird as it is.

San Francisco

Posted on March 11, 2013

I came to California in a bit of a broken state. After enduring a life of being perpetually fed, “you’re not good enough”, searching for a job and untangling the mess that is life post-graduation had become unbearable, impossibly unpleasant. DC isn’t a place that empathizes with insecurities, even if all of its denizens have them. So I ran fast, fast to the West with some friends and the bucket list in mind. So that my problems could dissipate for a short week and I could return to the sloshing gray seas of the Eastern seaboard a better person with a clearer head. Cliched stories and images and ideals about California made me homesick for this place in which I’d never been. I heard…

Sinister Soups and Buckets

Posted on December 31, 2012

I did a lot of what I wanted to do this year. I hope you did too. All the same, my Bucket List 2012 will be left incomplete. I didn’t manage to run 16 miles in one session, but I set a new personal record of 11.2 miles! I didn’t read 52 books this year, but the ones I did read were enlightening and awesome and I’m a better person for it. I didn’t have dinner with my friend Amy Leah, either. If all you need in a relationship is a spark and timing, the timing was all off. This is okay. There’s always 2013. I’m still going to be running towards the big 16 and reading as many books as I can. And…

The Robot Reviews: Peter’s Mid-Range Dives

Posted on November 26, 2012

You may be wondering: “Why should I trust this stupid blog for dining recommendations? Or even a robot? Robots don’t have taste buds!!” I’ll tell you why. Because good food (and seeking out new food) is a priority in my life. And although the titles “food critic” and “food expert” are both self-proclaimed, just know that they’re well-deserved even though I’ve yet to receive any public or private recognition. Generally speaking, the restaurant scene in St. Petersburg reflects the city itself: quirky, atmosphere-oriented, catering to niche trends rather than subgroups or any urban notion of gastronomical diversity. The following six places are only a few of the restaurants I’ve sampled, but I’ve deemed them either favorites or most note-worthy. If you’re in Peter give…