The Squeaky Robot

A Meddling Robot in a Human's World

Posts tagged “food

Feel Good Sunday

Posted on October 14, 2012

Hey. Hey you. Listen up. If I’ve learned anything in my short time on this earth, it’s that you must be kind to yourself. Because you’re beautiful inside and out, and you deserve it. You deserve to step away and detach from work stress, toxic people, and societal pressures. You deserve to kick it back in a nice restaurant – cheap, expensive, whatever suits your tastes – with a fork in one hand and a beer in the other. You deserve to laugh with friends about nothing at all and make asses of yourselves in public while not caring in the slightest. You deserve to sit in a warm place with no commitments or restraints. Every once in a while, you should have nowhere…

A Russian Ballet and Zoom Cafe

Posted on October 1, 2012

In you’re ever in a foreign land, let me divulge a crucial not-so-secret secret that I find people sometimes forget. Take the time, spare the energy, and spend the money to go to places and do things. You’ll only regret not going to those places and not doing those things. In my case, I’ve been trying to maximize my time in Peter by seeking out the best bars and food and Russian cultural experiences, like the ballet and Zoom Cafe for instance. While I’m not one to be the most appreciative of ballet, this rendition of Don Quixote was visually stunning. And Zoom Cafe, the swanky restaurant featured below, is seriously cool. It’s like a lounge covered in books, pillows, coloring-book menus, crayons, and…

Morskie Oko

Posted on August 22, 2012

Sometimes we revisit places we idealize from our childhood. Sometimes these places meet the grand expectations we develop after years of absence and reminiscing. But more often than not, we go back and things are inherently different. The place has changed and we have changed, and we can no longer view it in the same happy way.

With Zakopane and Morskie Oko, it was magic then and it’s magic now.

The Pierogi Festival

Posted on August 15, 2012

The very best of my childhood is rejuvenated with a return to Krakow, this time with copious day drinking and a whole event dedicated to pierogi. I personally took on the responsibility of trying all the flavors as well as the beer, as well as almond-flavored vodka topped with milk. It’s a tough life, I know. It’s August and the weather is properly freezing, the people are just as cold. Dobrze być spowrotem w Polsce. In other news, I have a Tumblr now that hosts photos that can’t be found here or elsewhere. Consider it an auxiliary travel/photo blog, but much less effort than this one.

A City Overrun

Posted on July 24, 2012

Old men in Birkenstocks and tunics walk the streets of Amsterdam.  People like these congregate in great numbers along the main shopping streets and smoking alleys. Even though weed is illegal but still allowed, many tourists come to this city to taste a brief thrill of overt liberalism.  Consequently, many tourists visit the same places and take the same pictures. I feel like this city is overrun with foreigners; the beaten path is every path, and there’s hardly an angle or street corner that hasn’t been repetitively photographed. It is so difficult to be original – or as close to original as possible – here for that reason. I would step away from the crowds into a quiet alleyway, one lined with flowers and…

Day on the Town

Posted on July 22, 2012

If this small photo set convinces you Holland is a lovely place, you’d be on to something. And because this blog deals with the more or less hazy nature of ‘home’ and whatever it means, let me just say this: the air smells . . .new. Untouched. As if I’m the very first person to breathe it. Emitted directly from a flower into my lungs. When the air doesn’t smell this way, it smells like horse shit or bonfires. Ah! Takes me back! Seriously – there is no better smell than that of wood burning outdoors. Amsterdam is beautiful but too touristy. More than that, these particular tourists are annoying as fuck because they go around asking unassuming shopkeepers where they can score some…

Mitt Romney and Mac & Cheese

Posted on June 20, 2012

It’s important for me to name the places I love unconditionally and then repeatedly go to them. I’m convinced it’s good for my well-being, similar to the way that 19th century doctors would declare the cure to every ailment a three-month vacation in the south of France. One  of these places would be Morskie Oko, another would be the expansive lawns of Warsaw’s Lazienki Park. Yet another would be Manhattan’s Lower East Side, a place that is up-and-coming but doesn’t take itself too seriously. It’s also drowning in street art that blasts gray facades with rainbows and satire. I often meet my friends for drinks there; we sit, we drink, we talk, we laugh as New York’s magical summer evening weather encroaches. Light breeze,…

On Food, Pho, and Ends

Posted on May 11, 2012

I celebrate everything with food. Food is the natural follow-up, the obvious supplement to all of life’s joys, sorrows, and monotomy. When I’m feeling particularly nostalgic for someplace different and far away, which is every single minute of every single day, I escape to DC’s various ethnic hole-in-the-walls. No english, no white people, hearty meals, gargantuan portions, and tiny out-of-pocket prices. Cash only.  Indeed, such a craving made itself known just before I exited the District for a long time. I quit my job, my work there is done, and I won’t be back until January after I return from my Petersburgian winter epoch, presumably alive. So to celebrate such an occasion, the occasion of seeing something to its end (in this case, another…

On Travel, Coming Home, & Moving On

Posted on May 7, 2012

Dear Blake & Misha: We returned from our epic summer journey through Russia, Mongolia, China, and Nepal with a pit-stop in South Korea late last August. I can sincerely say it was one of the more memorable experiences of my life – it was life-changing, it was path-altering, it was a three-month show of everything good that the World has to offer. I was so happy all the time, even when things were going to hell. As long as we were okay, I was happy. That’s all it took. But you and I both know words can’t really describe it, the enormity of it all, and God knows we’ve tried. I know it’s shocking, but the trip came to an end. Since August, we’ve…

Photo Essay: Urban Nepal

Posted on April 8, 2012

Swayambhunath is one of Kathmandu’s many temples. Stunning shrines can be found there, as well as bricks, souvenirs, prayer flags, and immense views of the city. Within those views you can see the city bursting with life at the edges, like ants with the task of expanding their hill, as the tendrils of Kathmandu slowly but surely snake their way into the valley and beyond. Thamel, Kathmandu: small shop owners spend their days selling tasty treats like hot samosas with sweet sauce. Enveloped by the heat and humidity of monsoon season, students find a way to cool off without destroying their uniforms. Or not. After-swim chill sesh. Negotiations are more of a social affair. A mistake in focus turns out quite well. Don’t you…