Author: Tragic Sandwich

  • Best-Laid Plans

    So here’s the schedule: arrive at the surgical center at noon. Surgery at 1:15, lasting about 90 minutes. Recovery time, etc., figure we’ll be home late afternoon.

    Here’s what happened:

    12:00 Arrive at surgical center. Told the doctor is running about 30 minutes behind.

    12:45 Told the doctor is running an hour behind.

    1:30 Mr. Sandwich is taken back to prep for his surgery. I go to move the car.

    1:40 I return to the waiting room to find Mr. Sandwich, who has been sent back due to the delay.

    2:00 Mr. Sandwich is taken back again.

    3:25 The doctor comes out to tell me that he will start in about 5 minutes. (I immediately–and, as it turns out, correctly–surmise that Mr. Sandwich has sent him.)

    4:10 I tell the only remaining member of the office staff that I, the only remaining person in the waiting room, am about to cross the street so that I can buy another book at Barnes & Noble.

    4:30 I return to find myself locked out of the waiting room. Eventually, someone lets me back in.

    5:55 A nurse tells me that Mr. Sandwich’s surgery is almost done, and he should be going to recovery soon.

    6:30 The doctor comes out and tells me about how the surgery went (generally well) and what Mr. Sandwich will need to do–and not do–over the next 10 days as he recovers. I know that none of this news is going to make Mr. Sandwich happy.

    6:45 A nurse comes to get me so that I can sit with Mr. Sandwich as he is in recovery.

    8:00 We finally leave.

    Of course, then I had to get him settled at home, call family members, figure out what each of us was going to eat (I’d had lunch before we left, but he’d had nothing since the previous midnight), and go back out to get his prescriptions filled. So it wound up being a very long day, which started with Mr. Sandwich in a dressing and bandage that covered his finger, and ended with him in a cast from above his elbow to beyond his fingertips. He’s got a sling for when he’s walking around, and he’s supposed to keep it elevated as much as possible.

  • Alas, Poor Fingertip

    After a week of intermittent Percocet, today we went back to the hand specialist to see what had developed inside the splint. Unfortunately, the reattached piece didn’t take, and tomorrow Mr. Sandwich will have to have surgery for a skin graft. He’s not supposed to eat anything after midnight, which will make for an awfully hungry Friday. But hopefully this will be more successful, and he’ll heal well. Wish him luck.

  • Joan’s and Juanito’s

    This morning I met a friend for coffee. But as it turns out, I was ravenous, so we turned coffee into breakfast. Our first choice was closed, so we walked a few blocks to Joan’s on Third.

    Joan’s has long been a source for gourmet foods, and now they have a large deli counter and breakfast service. We opted for oatmeal with brown sugar, bananas, and steamed milk (delicious) and a breakfast sandwich of scrambled eggs, bacon, and jack cheese (reportedly also delicious). Since we were there, each of us bought some splurgy gourmet items as well. I picked up a jar of almond butter, which I keep reading about in nutrition and diet articles; a bag of artisanal (yes) marshmallows with toasted coconut; and a bag of those fruit-flavored sugary things that I recall loving as a child (you know, the ones that were shaped like little orange segments, etc). Verdict: I still love fruit-flavored sugary things, but the marshmallows are a bit underwhelming. They’re lighter than store-bought, but they’re not as special as I hoped. If I want to upgrade my smores, I’ll focus on the chocolate.

    Due to some rather dramatic freeway congestion, I wound up driving home along surface streets. That took me past Taqueria Juanito’s, which I’ve been meaning to try for some time. Although the restaurant has a name which I find confusing grammatically, it is home to some really delicious asada tacos–tender and flavorful, but not so hot that you miss the flavors of the spices. Two of those and a small horchata, and I was out the door for under $5. That’s not splurgy, but it sure was good.

  • If You’re Squeamish, Stop Reading Now

    So I’m sitting on the couch while Mr. Sandwich and one of his friends are working in the garage. All of a sudden, Mr. Sandwich walks in briskly and says, “We’re going to the emergency room.”

    I follow him into the bathroom to learn what’s going on, where he shows me that his left index finger is now missing a chunk of flesh.

    What? I warned you.

    While he ran water over his finger, I handed him a washcloth and went into the garage to find the piece of his fingertip. There it was, on the workbench. I put it in a baggie, which I wrapped in paper towels and then put in a bag of ice (you want to keep it cold, but not wet or directly on the ice).

    That’s when we realized that we had no idea where the nearest ER might be. Fortunately, the 911 operator was able to give me the address and cross street, and away we went. The friend was kind enough to lock up the garage on our behalf.

    After an X-ray, some lidocaine, and a lot of forms, the doctor sewed the finger back together. Apparently there’s only about a 25% chance it will heal properly, and there are going to be a number of visits to a specialist to monitor it.

    But, hey, at least now we know how to get to that hospital. And guess who plans to wear gloves during future projects!

  • Yogurtland

    How many yogurt shops can there be? you wonder. And apparently the answer is that there is a fixed number, and it is lower than the number of sushi shops.

    Where once there was a Pinkberry near my office, now there is a Yogurtland. I’m sure it says something that Pinkberry, vanguard of the tart frozen yogurt movement, has closed a shop. But it also says something that it was replaced by another of its kind.

    So what’s so special about Yogurtland? Easy–it’s a DIY yogurt place. Pick your flavors. Have as much as you want. Add your own toppings. Pay by weight.

    Simple, no? Indeed. Also yummy, based on my experience this past weekend. I went for what amounted to extensive sampling in one cup: Vanilla Wafer Cookie and Cream, Toasted Coconut, Taro (no link? why no link?), and a few others that mysteriously don’t appear on their website. Top it off with almonds and walnuts, and it’s tasty but a little overwhelming. I don’t think I’ll try that many at once next time. But there will be a next time. If nothing else, I have to see how their tart flavors stack up.

  • The Sandwiches Eat Food on Kauai

    One of the benefits of vacationing in a condo is that you have a kitchen. While I don’t harbor much interest in cooking while on vacation, I’m perfectly happy to buy bagels at the local Costco, and yogurt, hot dogs, and other items at my favorite markets in Koloa: Big Save and Sueoka’s. I even bought a T-shirt at Sueoka’s, as if it were a concert and not a grocery store.

    But we didn’t eat every meal in the condo, and naturally we made a point of visiting some old favorites. Upon arrival we had plate lunches at L&L Hawaiian Barbecue, and when dinner arrived it was time for calzones at Pizzetta. One evening we had a lavish and delightful meal at Plantation Gardens, which has become a Kauai tradition for us.

    On Friday, after snorkeling at Anini Beach but before leaving for Ha’ena and Tunnels Beaches, we paused for a bite at the Anini Beach Lunch Shak. It isn’t really a Shak, or even a Shack; it’s a lunch truck, serving a variety of tacos and burritos. I went for the fish tacos, and Mr. Sandwich had a kalua pig burrito. (This does not involve an entire pig, at least not at the time that you’re eating it.) Everything was good, but a little bland; the addition of the truly excellent salsa made it quite tasty. Dinner was actually breakfast-for-dinner at Lihue’s Oki Diner, which touts its pancakes and offers a variety of syrups (I opted for coconut). Verdict? Okay, but not amazing. I think their main strength is that they are open 22 hours on an island where most restaurants seem to close at 3 p.m. Our visit must have come at their slow time, because we were the only patrons, and we didn’t stay anywhere near 22 hours.

    Alas, the Camp House Grill in Kalaheo is closed, which means no more of their delicious pies. However, across the street is the Ohana Cafe, which makes excellent burgers, fries, and saimin. Note: a small bowl of saimin here is a meal, but we were really hungry. Then, by the end of our visit, we were really full. However, I did take home a slice of their ola pie, which is a Fig Newton crust filled with banana ice cream, peanut butter, and chocolate. Even lasting for two days, it was a little overwhelming–tasty, but with a lot going on. The answer, I think, is to concentrate on the main course, which they do really well; their menu is limited, but focused.

    Duane’s Ono Char Burger in Anahola is an institution. I opted for the teriyaki burger and a marionberry shake. I have no idea what a marionberry is, but I do know that it makes a great shake. The burgers were messy but good, and the fries were amazing.

    We had still more burgers at Kalapaki Beach Hut in Lihue. From the top deck you can see part of the bay at Lihue. You can also feed french fries to birds, although we probably weren’t supposed to do that. My conclusion is that, overall, Kauai is a good place for burgers. Especially teri burgers. I think I’m in love with them.

    Our last meal in Hawaii was at the Olympic Cafe. It’s open after 3, and we were in the middle of the aforementioned deluge. Service wasn’t fast, but it was friendly, and our meals (kalua pig burrito, kalua pig sandwich) were tasty and enormous. The result was that the restaurant was a nice place to while away both a rainstorm and a few hours before our flight–and we had a great view of the weirdly brown ocean.

    We also tried malasadas, a Portuguese donut (more spherical, no hole) at two locations: Hanalima Bakery and the Kauai Coffee visitor center. Both were good, but we determined that the best malasadas we had were on our last trip, at a stand outside the K-Mart. The secret? They were fresh, which takes a malasada from good to delectable.

    On the whole, we ate well. A little too well, I fear. But that’s vacation for you.

  • The Sandwiches Have Adventures on Kauai

    Why, yes, we have been on the island of Kauai. And it’s been a great week. So great that it cannot be confined to one post. Or it could, but it would be a very long post, and who wants to read that? No one, that’s who. Whom. Whatever. So let’s start with the exciting stuff and later move on to food.

    We arrived late Thursday morning and checked into our condo at the Prince Kuhio Resort in Poipu, on the south shore of the island. This is where we’ve stayed on each of our three Kauai trips; many of the units fit nicely within our budget, and the large studio has a kitchen–meaning we can have bagels and the like on hand for breakfast. But I digress into food.

    Friday we drove to the north shore for some snorkeling. Our first stop was at Anini Beach, which had looked promisingly calm two years ago. This time it wasn’t as calm, and the snorkeling wasn’t all that interesting. So we headed a little further west to find ourselves at Ha’ena Beach Park, which has poor snorkeling but quite a bit of parking. Adjacent to Ha’ena Beach Park is Tunnels Beach, where the snorkeling was fantastic. We had a great time splashing around the reef, where I saw what I swear is the girliest fish I’ve ever seen–white near the head, becoming pink toward the tail, and what appeared to be eyeshadow and mascara. In fact, I was struck by how much fish look like cartoons of fish.

    Saturday found us renting bikes and heading through Poipu and down a cane road to Mahaulepu Beach, where we found fishermen and several families camping. The sea was rough due to a surge from the south, but I only got scraped up a little on the rocks. This was a repeat outing; we made the same trip two years ago and enjoyed it both times.

    On Sunday we had what was, inarguably, The Best Time Ever. And what was that? Why, it was the Waterfall ATV Tour offered by Kipu Ranch Adventures. The guides provided simple instructions and sent everyone in practice loops around the yard, and then we were off, riding across one of the island’s historic land grants. After a stop to talk about the history of the ranch and its appearance in any number of Hollywood blockbusters (Jurassic Park, Outbreak, Six Days and Seven Nights, Mighty Joe Young, etc.), we drove along an earthen dam, between tree-lined berms, and down a steep hill–where we paused again for instruction on descents and how to navigate trenches. Both of us were new to ATVs, and found that the instructions and demonstrations increased our safety and comfort. After any number of scenic views, we found ourselves on the bank of the river where Indiana Jones escaped from the Hovitos via vine and seaplane in Raiders of the Lost Ark. Naturally, we made several of our own leaps into the river. From there it was back to the trails, with stops for lunch and a waterfall swim. The entire thing was a rattling good time, and although my arms and shoulders were sore from steering the ATV, it really was an amazing way to see a fairly secluded part of the island.

    Monday meant that it was time to go back to the north shore for kayaking on the Hanalei River. The river winds through taro fields that, as it turns out, you can’t really see from your kayak–but we did see a freshwater turtle and a lot of traps that we can only assume were for fish. Once we reached the most navigable point on our inland journey, we turned around and headed for the point where the river meets the sea. There we beached on a sandbar and splashed around in the warm, calm waters of Hanalei Bay.

    We weren’t done with the north shore; the snorkeling at Tunnels was so good that we went back for more on Tuesday. We saw an enormous variety of fish, but the highlights were definitely the leopard eel, and the sea turtle hunting for lunch.

    Wednesday meant that it was time for another ATV ride–we went back to Kipu Ranch, this time for the Ranch Tour. This time the trails were a bit more advanced, and we headed up to the pass to Kipu Kai–a secluded set of beaches on the ocean side of the mountain range that divides the ranch. The views were unparalleled–and, due to the seclusion of the locale, rare even for locals.

    Alas, all trips must come to an end. With a redeye ahead of us, we spent Thursday driving westward, with a variety of stops, including the Waimea swinging bridge and Kauai Coffee. We learned that a flash-flood warning had closed the road to Hanalei, and decided that we should make our way back to the east shore, where the airport is. Sure enough, we found ourselves in a deluge that cut power to the Internet cafe in which we had taken refuge. That sent us back on the road, where we passed more time in Kapaa before reluctantly turning in our rental car. Let me tell you, Kauai knows how to have a storm. There was so much runoff from the rivers that right now the ocean is coffee-colored almost all the way to the horizon.

    Hmm. This is still a ridiculously long post. Good thing I saved the food news for later.

  • Day Trip – Palos Verdes

    In the spirit of increasing my familiarity with my surroundings, I’ve decided to take advantage of the “Day Trip” feature in the local AAA magazine.

    So yesterday my friend A and I set off for Palos Verdes Peninsula. Look at the map, and you’ll probably think “Set off? Why be so dramatic? It’s not far at all.” And you’d be right, except that distance and time bear no relation to one another on Los Angeles freeways.

    Magazine in hand, we headed down the 405. Except because neither one of us is all that great at blindly following instructions, we made our first stop in Torrance.

    If you like spices, you’ll love Penzey’s. I’ve ordered from their website any number of times, but I’ve never been to one of their stores. It turns out that one of the advantages of going to the brick-and-mortar location is the sample jars. Now I know what whole allspice looks like–and, based on a sniff test, I’ve decided that next time I order cinnamon, I’ll get the Vietnamese Cassia instead of the (really quite good) Chinese Cassia I have at the moment.

    Having smelled and purchased spices, food was on our minds. We had lunch at The Original Red Onion, a chain which I had not realized specializes in Mexican food (although if you really want a corned beef sandwich, you can get one there). I was glad to see that they offer dishes with ground beef, but I ordered the chile verde enchilada, which comes with pork, and was very tasty. A ordered and failed to finish what may have been the world’s largest burrito.

    From there, we headed to the peninsula itself. A and her husband were married at the Wayfarers Chapel there, on the southern side of Palos Verdes. The chapel and the views are striking, and it’s not hard to see why it’s such a popular location.

    Next up was the Malaga Cove Public Library, a Spanish-style building that was closed for the July Fourth holiday. However, we were able to see the small park and large fountain immediately adjacent; it looked like a nice spot to spend some time.

    With plans for a group viewing of “Public Enemies,” it was time to leave the cool, misty peninsula and head north into the (sweltering) San Fernando Valley. It was a really nice day, and I think we’ll probably try to do more of the AAA-sanctioned day trips, although I’m reasonably sure that we’ll wind up customizing those, as well.

    And maybe I’ll even come up with a Sandwich-based nickname for A.