oh, if I only had $600k to blow on a vacation home
I keep stumbling onto my old archives in Google searches and each time I end up spending 30 minutes or more reading everything. Sometimes it feels like I’m reading someone else’s journal. Sometimes I wonder what I was thinking when I was writing what I did. But for every insightful, introspective journey through my head that I shared here, I find the flip side of living life in public. I found not one, but two consecutive old posts keeping readers updated on my food poisoning and state of my colon.
Sometimes I wonder why I don’t write like that anymore, but more often I’m glad I grew out of it. That all said, I love what Meg and Jason are doing right now, it’s very year 2000 webloggy goodness to be a spectator in their lives.
Also, for no apparent reason, three images from my April 2001 archives:
After a few minutes of Googling, I found a pretty good method of finding not only specific food I wanted to eat in a new town I’ve never visited before, but the best of the lot.
Canada has some good resources. Foodpages lets you search for restaurants within a radius that meet criteria (Is there a US equivalent of this? There should be). Toronto.com is a good spot to find reviews and works just like any Citysearch.com directory. Lastly, Google Maps comes in handy for walking/driving directions to get there. It’d be cool if someone could mash all three up, so that the “reviews” listing at foodpages.ca was populated/linked with toronto.com’s data. Google Maps already integrates with Foodpages.ca, which is probably how I found it in the first place.
So there I was in Toronto for a few days, knowing that I wanted to eat some good Indian, good Ethiopian, and some damn fine doughnuts, but I knew hardly anyone that could point me in the right direction. All I had to do was put in my hotel’s zip code, search for “indian” cuisine within 1km, then hit toronto.com to pick out the best one based on reviews, and finally get directions from Google Maps. This allowed me to find Trimurti among the “little India” section of Queen St that featured several Indian places side-by-side. I found Ethiopian House via this method, which was also was great. My favorite food of the trip I found by accident, while walking past Cafe Crepe.
It may not sound like a big deal, but getting plopped into a strange town and wanting some good food is usually a pretty difficult problem to solve. In the old days you have yellow pages and word of mouth. These days, a little technology goes a long way towards finding what you’re craving.
After reading an interesting Business Week piece about Eos Airlines, I couldn’t help but notice while I love the concept, and their seating arrangement looks amazing, the price is still out of reach for anyone but Fortune 500 business travelers.
Why doesn’t someone go after the normal everyday traveler that is willing to pay a bit more for a bit more comfort? I know JetBlue operates on razor thin margins, stuffing as many people into a plane as possible for the lowest possible price, and then keeping the planes up in the air as much as possible. I fly JetBlue when I can but the experience is just barely above a tolerable hell for several hours.
Given their prices are so low, I’d be willing to pay double their rates for half as many seats in the same plane offering twice as much room. Their prices are often 1/3 or more off other airlines, so in the end it wouldn’t cost too much more than a United or American flight.
– chinese food takeout comes in standard styrofoam to-go containers. The little paper ones with wire handles we get in the US are only seen in TV shows and movies in Canada. Oh, and milk comes in plastic bags. WHAT THE HELL CANADA?!
– flavors are so tasty and colors are so bright they had to add an extra “u” to them
– either I look Canadian or tourists see people with a big stroller and baby and assume I live here. I’ve never been asked for directions so many times in a strange town.
– having only been in Vancouver a bunch of times, I thought the jokes about Canadians being obsessed about hockey were overblown. Then I went to a couple bars in Toronto. Those jokes are true.
– Canadians in Toronto fall on the British side of the great top sheet vs. duvet cover debate.