May 11th, 2012 | 
Author: Yelp’s Heavyweight Happy Hour at Ringside Fish House
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Yelpers got an exclusive first look at Portland’s hot new seafood restaurant and experienced the first happy hour ever at Ringside Fish House!
Harbour House This is out and out a seafood restaurant. And it’s situated on exactly the right spot in Kalk Bay to guarantee you the freshest food possible. The Harbour House management believe that the best way to serve sea food is to allow the flavours to speak for themselves. That’s why all the meals are simply prepared. And although the restaurant buys most of its seafood straight off the fishing boats, as they unload at the fish quay and onto the Harbour House’s doorstep, they also own their own boat which supplies its catch exclusively to the restaurants. This guarantees diners at the Harbour House Restaurant the freshest line fish in Cape Town. The restaurant is in a world class location and offers internationally acclaimed salads and seafoods. Make sure you book well in advance to avoid disappointment
Video Rating: 5 / 5
Yelp’s Heavyweight Happy Hour at Ringside Fish House
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Yelpers got an exclusive first look at Portland’s hot new seafood restaurant and experienced the first happy hour ever at Ringside Fish House!
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Yelp’s Heavyweight Happy Hour at Ringside Fish House
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Yelpers got an exclusive first look at Portland’s hot new seafood restaurant and experienced the first happy hour ever at Ringside Fish House!
Annapolis Restaurant Week 2012. February 20-26, 2012. Prix Fixe menus for breakfast, lunch and dinner! Participating restaurants include: Aqua Terra Azure Restaurant at Westin Annapolis The Boatyard Bar & Grill BREEZE at Loews Annapolis Buddy’s Crabs & Ribs Café Normandie Cantler’s Riverside Inn Carpaccio Tuscan Kitchen Carrol’s Creek Café Chart House Fado Irish Pub and Restaurant Federal House Bar & Grille Galway Bay Harry Browne’s Hell Point Seafood John Barry Restaurant at the O’Callaghan Lemongrass Luna Blu Ristorante Italiano Lures Bar and Grille The Main Ingredient Café McGarvey’s Saloon & Oyster Bar The Melting Pot Metropolitan Kitchen & Lounge Middleton Tavern Miss Shirley’s Café O’Brien’s Oyster Bar O’Leary’s Seafood Paul’s Homewood Café Pusser’s Caribbean Grille Rams Head Tavern Reynolds Tavern Ristorante La Piccola Roma The Rockfish Ruth’s Chris Steak House Sam’s on the Waterfront Severn Inn Treaty of Paris at the Maryland Inn Tsunami Vin 909 Winecafe The Wild Orchid Café Yellowfin Steak & Fish House
Video Rating: 5 / 5
Yelp’s Heavyweight Happy Hour at Ringside Fish House
Image by Yelp.com
Yelpers got an exclusive first look at Portland’s hot new seafood restaurant and experienced the first happy hour ever at Ringside Fish House!
Paneer Chilli Recipe an innovative recipe with the traditional paneer is a combination of the best of Indian and Chinese ..
Video Rating: 4 / 5
Learn how to make delicious egg foo young. It makes a great meal for breakfast, lunch, or dinner. Here is the link to the written instructions for this recipe: www.bellaonline.com
Video Rating: 4 / 5
More Cuba, Dec 2011 – 121
Image by Ed Yourdon
You sure don’t see colors like this in New York City! How could anyone not take a picture of this array of buildings?
This is a second set of a couple hundred photos taken in Havana, Cuba in December 2011. The first set, which included what I felt were the best 100 photos of the 3500+ images, was uploaded earlier. You can find it here on Flickr.
Note: this photo was published in a Jan 26, 2012 Kate B. Harding blog titled "Rainbow."
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As I suggested in my first set of Cuba photos on Flickr, the notion of traveling to Cuba is — at least for many Americans today — probably like that of traveling to North Korea. It’s off-limits, forbidden by the government — and frankly, why would anyone bother? But for someone like me, who spent his childhood in the Cold War era of the 1950s, and who went off to college just after Castro took power, and just before the Bay of Pigs and the Cuban missile crisis, the notion of traveling to Cuba has entirely different overtones.
And yet Cuba is only 90 miles away from Key West (as we were reminded so often in the 1960s), and its climate is presumably no different than a dozen of Caribbean islands I’ve visited over the years. Numerous friends have made quasi-legal trips to Cuba over the years, flying in from Canada or Mexico, and they’ve all returned with fabulous pictures and great stories of a vibrant, colorful country. So, when the folks at the Santa Fe Photographic Workshops sent out a notice in November 2011, announcing a series of photo workshops in Havana, we couldn’t resist the temptation to sign up.
Getting into Cuba turned out to be trivial: an overnight stay in Miami, a 45-minute chartered flight operated by American Airlines, and customs/immigration formalities that turned out to be cursory or non-existent. By mid-afternoon, our group was checked into the Parque Central Hotel in downtown Havana — where the rooms were spacious, the service was friendly, the food was reasonably tasty, the rum was delicious, and the Internet was … well, slow and expensive.
We had been warned that that some of our American conveniences — like credit cards — would not be available, and we were prepared for a fairly spartan week. But no matter how prepared we might have been intellectually, it takes a while to adjust to a land with no Skype, no Blackberry service, no iPhone service, no phone-based Twitter, Facebook, or Google+. I was perfectly happy that there were no Burger Kings, no Pizza Huts, no Wendys, no Starbuck’s, and MacDonalds. There was Coke (classic), but no Diet Coke (or Coke Light). There were also no police sirens, no ambulance sirens, and no church bells. There were no iPods, and consequently no evidence of people plugged into their music via the thin white earplugs that Apple supplies with their devices. No iPads, no Kindles, no Nooks, no … well, you get the picture. (It’s also worth noting that, with U.S. tourists now beginning to enter the country in larger numbers, Cuba seems to be on the cusp of a "modern" invasion; if I come back here in a couple years, I fully expect to see Kentucky Fried Chicken outlets on every corner.)
But there were lots of friendly people in Havana, crowding the streets, peering out of windows and doorways, laughing and shouting and waving at friends and strangers alike. Everyone was well-dressed in clean clothes (the evidence of which could be seen in the endless lines of clothing hanging from laundry lines strung from wall to wall, everywhere); but there were no designer jeans, no fancy shoes, no heavy jewelry, and no sign of ostentatious clothing of any kind. Like some other developing countries, the people were sometimes a little too friendly — constantly offering a taxi ride, a pedicab ride, a small exchange of the "official" currency (convertible pesos, or "cuqs") for the "local" currency (pesos), a great meal or a great drink at a nearby restaurant or bar, a haircut, a manicure, or just a little … umm, well, friendship (offers for which ran the gamut of "señor" to "amigo" to "my friend"). On the street, you often felt you were in the land of the hustle; but if you smiled, shook your head, and politely said, "no," people generally smiled and back off.
As for the photography: well, I was in one of three different workshop groups, each of which had roughly a dozen participants. The three dozen individual photographers were well equipped with all of the latest Nikon and Canon gear, and they generally focused on a handful of subjects: buildings and architecture, ballet practice sessions, cockfights, boxing matches, rodeos, fishing villages, old cars, interiors of people’s homes, street scenes, and people. Lots of people. As in every other part of the world I’ve visited, the people were the most interesting. We saw young and old, men and women, boisterous children, grizzled elders, police officers, bus drivers, and people of almost every conceivable race.
The streets were clean, though not spotless; and the streets were jammed, with bicycles and motorbikes and pedi-cabs, taxis, buses, horse-and-carriages, pedestrians, dogs (lots of dogs, many sleeping peacefully in the middle of a sidewalk), and even a few people on roller skates. And, as anyone who has seen photos of Havana knows, there were lots and lots and LOTS of old cars. Plymouths, Pontiacs, Dodges, Buicks, and Chevys, along with the occasional Cadillac. A few were old and rusted, but most had been renovated, repaired, and repainted — often in garishly bright colors from every spectrum of the rainbow. Cherry pink, fire-engine red, Sunkist orange, lime green, turquoise and every shade of blue, orange, brown, and a lot more that I’ve probably forgotten. All of us in the photo workshop succumbed to the temptation to photograph the cars when we first arrived … but they were everywhere, every day, wherever we went, and eventually we all suffered from sensory overload. (For what it’s worth, one of our workshop colleagues had visited Cuba eight years ago, and told us that at the time, there were only old cars in sight; now roughly half of the cars are more-or-less modern Kia’s, Audis, Russian Ladas, and other "generic" compact cars.)
The one thing I wasn’t prepared for in Havana was the sense of decay: almost no modern buildings, no skyscrapers, and very little evidence of renovation. There were several monstrous, ugly, vintage-1950s buildings that oozed "Russia" from every pore. But the rest of the buildings date back to the 40s, the 30s, the 20s, or even the turn of the last century. Some were crumbling, some were just facades; some showed evidence of the kind of salt-water erosion that one sees near the ocean. But many simply looked old and decrepit, with peeling paint and broken stones, like the run-down buildings in whatever slum you’re familiar with in North America. One has a very strong sense of a city that was vibrant and beautiful all during the last half of the 19th century, and the first half of the 20th century — and then time stopped dead in its tracks.
Why that happened, and what’s being done about it, is something I didn’t have a chance to explore; there was a general reluctance to discuss politics in great detail. Some of Havana looks like the less-prosperous regions of other Caribbean towns; and some of it is presumably the direct and/or indirect result of a half-century of U.S. embargo. But some of it seems to be the result of the collapse of the Soviet Union in the early 1990s, and the subsequent collapse of foreign aid that Cuba depended upon.
As for my own photos: I did not attend the ballet practice sessions, nor did I see the rodeo. I did see some interesting graffiti on a few walls, which I photographed; but for some reason, I missed almost all of the numerous political billboards and stylized paintings of Che Guevera on buildings and walls. What I focused on instead was the "street scenes" of people and buildings and cars, which will hopefully give you a sense of what the place is like.
Enjoy!
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Video Rating: 5 / 5
More Cuba, Dec 2011 – 064
Image by Ed Yourdon
More school-girls, apparently relaxing during their lunch break…
This is a second set of a couple hundred photos taken in Havana, Cuba in December 2011. The first set, which included what I felt were the best 100 photos of the 3500+ images, was uploaded earlier. You can find it here on Flickr.
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As I suggested in my first set of Cuba photos on Flickr, the notion of traveling to Cuba is — at least for many Americans today — probably like that of traveling to North Korea. It’s off-limits, forbidden by the government — and frankly, why would anyone bother? But for someone like me, who spent his childhood in the Cold War era of the 1950s, and who went off to college just after Castro took power, and just before the Bay of Pigs and the Cuban missile crisis, the notion of traveling to Cuba has entirely different overtones.
And yet Cuba is only 90 miles away from Key West (as we were reminded so often in the 1960s), and its climate is presumably no different than a dozen of Caribbean islands I’ve visited over the years. Numerous friends have made quasi-legal trips to Cuba over the years, flying in from Canada or Mexico, and they’ve all returned with fabulous pictures and great stories of a vibrant, colorful country. So, when the folks at the Santa Fe Photographic Workshops sent out a notice in November 2011, announcing a series of photo workshops in Havana, we couldn’t resist the temptation to sign up.
Getting into Cuba turned out to be trivial: an overnight stay in Miami, a 45-minute chartered flight operated by American Airlines, and customs/immigration formalities that turned out to be cursory or non-existent. By mid-afternoon, our group was checked into the Parque Central Hotel in downtown Havana — where the rooms were spacious, the service was friendly, the food was reasonably tasty, the rum was delicious, and the Internet was … well, slow and expensive.
We had been warned that that some of our American conveniences — like credit cards — would not be available, and we were prepared for a fairly spartan week. But no matter how prepared we might have been intellectually, it takes a while to adjust to a land with no Skype, no Blackberry service, no iPhone service, no phone-based Twitter, Facebook, or Google+. I was perfectly happy that there were no Burger Kings, no Pizza Huts, no Wendys, no Starbuck’s, and MacDonalds. There was Coke (classic), but no Diet Coke (or Coke Light). There were also no police sirens, no ambulance sirens, and no church bells. There were no iPods, and consequently no evidence of people plugged into their music via the thin white earplugs that Apple supplies with their devices. No iPads, no Kindles, no Nooks, no … well, you get the picture. (It’s also worth noting that, with U.S. tourists now beginning to enter the country in larger numbers, Cuba seems to be on the cusp of a "modern" invasion; if I come back here in a couple years, I fully expect to see Kentucky Fried Chicken outlets on every corner.)
But there were lots of friendly people in Havana, crowding the streets, peering out of windows and doorways, laughing and shouting and waving at friends and strangers alike. Everyone was well-dressed in clean clothes (the evidence of which could be seen in the endless lines of clothing hanging from laundry lines strung from wall to wall, everywhere); but there were no designer jeans, no fancy shoes, no heavy jewelry, and no sign of ostentatious clothing of any kind. Like some other developing countries, the people were sometimes a little too friendly — constantly offering a taxi ride, a pedicab ride, a small exchange of the "official" currency (convertible pesos, or "cuqs") for the "local" currency (pesos), a great meal or a great drink at a nearby restaurant or bar, a haircut, a manicure, or just a little … umm, well, friendship (offers for which ran the gamut of "señor" to "amigo" to "my friend"). On the street, you often felt you were in the land of the hustle; but if you smiled, shook your head, and politely said, "no," people generally smiled and back off.
As for the photography: well, I was in one of three different workshop groups, each of which had roughly a dozen participants. The three dozen individual photographers were well equipped with all of the latest Nikon and Canon gear, and they generally focused on a handful of subjects: buildings and architecture, ballet practice sessions, cockfights, boxing matches, rodeos, fishing villages, old cars, interiors of people’s homes, street scenes, and people. Lots of people. As in every other part of the world I’ve visited, the people were the most interesting. We saw young and old, men and women, boisterous children, grizzled elders, police officers, bus drivers, and people of almost every conceivable race.
The streets were clean, though not spotless; and the streets were jammed, with bicycles and motorbikes and pedi-cabs, taxis, buses, horse-and-carriages, pedestrians, dogs (lots of dogs, many sleeping peacefully in the middle of a sidewalk), and even a few people on roller skates. And, as anyone who has seen photos of Havana knows, there were lots and lots and LOTS of old cars. Plymouths, Pontiacs, Dodges, Buicks, and Chevys, along with the occasional Cadillac. A few were old and rusted, but most had been renovated, repaired, and repainted — often in garishly bright colors from every spectrum of the rainbow. Cherry pink, fire-engine red, Sunkist orange, lime green, turquoise and every shade of blue, orange, brown, and a lot more that I’ve probably forgotten. All of us in the photo workshop succumbed to the temptation to photograph the cars when we first arrived … but they were everywhere, every day, wherever we went, and eventually we all suffered from sensory overload. (For what it’s worth, one of our workshop colleagues had visited Cuba eight years ago, and told us that at the time, there were only old cars in sight; now roughly half of the cars are more-or-less modern Kia’s, Audis, Russian Ladas, and other "generic" compact cars.)
The one thing I wasn’t prepared for in Havana was the sense of decay: almost no modern buildings, no skyscrapers, and very little evidence of renovation. There were several monstrous, ugly, vintage-1950s buildings that oozed "Russia" from every pore. But the rest of the buildings date back to the 40s, the 30s, the 20s, or even the turn of the last century. Some were crumbling, some were just facades; some showed evidence of the kind of salt-water erosion that one sees near the ocean. But many simply looked old and decrepit, with peeling paint and broken stones, like the run-down buildings in whatever slum you’re familiar with in North America. One has a very strong sense of a city that was vibrant and beautiful all during the last half of the 19th century, and the first half of the 20th century — and then time stopped dead in its tracks.
Why that happened, and what’s being done about it, is something I didn’t have a chance to explore; there was a general reluctance to discuss politics in great detail. Some of Havana looks like the less-prosperous regions of other Caribbean towns; and some of it is presumably the direct and/or indirect result of a half-century of U.S. embargo. But some of it seems to be the result of the collapse of the Soviet Union in the early 1990s, and the subsequent collapse of foreign aid that Cuba depended upon.
As for my own photos: I did not attend the ballet practice sessions, nor did I see the rodeo. I did see some interesting graffiti on a few walls, which I photographed; but for some reason, I missed almost all of the numerous political billboards and stylized paintings of Che Guevera on buildings and walls. What I focused on instead was the "street scenes" of people and buildings and cars, which will hopefully give you a sense of what the place is like.
Enjoy!
lol. just a random video showing why we like a particular chinese place ^_^. Summary of Pulls -Orange Chicken LvX -Beef Broccoli Holo -Fried Rice Holo -Salt and Pepper Reverse Holo -Bunny Star =)
Video Rating: 4 / 5
School of Fish Foundation Floating Dining Room
Image by Urban Mixer
Location: The Floating Dining Room will be moored on the north side of False Creek, just off the end of the False Creek Marina. C Restaurant is located a short distance away at 1600 Howe Street under the Granville Bridge.
On Saturday, July 24th, we joined SOFF Founder Shannon Ronalds for a very special evening floating and dining on False Creek in the world’s first dining room raft – The Plastic Dining Room – mounted on 1700 rescued plastic bottles.
There are still opportunities to eat in this unique dining room up until the end of September. Seating is limited to only 12 people per evening. The sustainable seafood dinners are created and prepared by Robert Clark, Executive Chef C Restaurant.
Scott Wakefield, accompanied by drummer Pat Judy, performs “My Bed,” another song from his latest CD, Vegetarian Nightmare. In the summer of 2009 Scott traveled to Door County to appear in Camp David’s Fishstock Summer Concert Series in Fish Creek, WI.
Video Rating: 5 / 5
School of Fish Foundation Floating Dining Room
Image by Urban Mixer
Location: The Floating Dining Room will be moored on the north side of False Creek, just off the end of the False Creek Marina. C Restaurant is located a short distance away at 1600 Howe Street under the Granville Bridge.
On Saturday, July 24th, we joined SOFF Founder Shannon Ronalds for a very special evening floating and dining on False Creek in the world’s first dining room raft – The Plastic Dining Room – mounted on 1700 rescued plastic bottles.
There are still opportunities to eat in this unique dining room up until the end of September. Seating is limited to only 12 people per evening. The sustainable seafood dinners are created and prepared by Robert Clark, Executive Chef C Restaurant.
This video teaches how to make ginger chicken wings. Served on lettuce salad, eaten with rice or bread. Vietnamese girl Van Anh can cook show, day nau an will show you how to make ginger chicken wings. A simple and fun home cooking show of making ginger chicken wings. Viet Nam Vietnamese cooking Real Vietnamese housewife. Kentucky kfc Churches El Polo Loco fried broiled baked chicken day nau an van can cook nha bep kitchen vietnam thit ga roti quay ram nuong
Video Rating: 4 / 5
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Season 1 Episode 2—Lamont buys Fred a new hat for his birthday and then tries to take him out on the town to celebrate. However, a visit to a fancy bar, a movie theater to see Fiddler on the Roof and dinner at a Chinese restaurant are far from a celebration for Fred.
Song title: Everytime We Touch Remix || Artist: Tupac || 18/09/2010; With Lyrics (requested by cmblchristian 
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Google Tech Talks February, 12 2008 ABSTRACT Charles Anderson of Golden Fuel Systems will give a realistic behind the scenes analysis of many common alternative fuels and transportation options available in the United States such as: Ethanol, Biodiesel, SVO (Straight Vegetable Oil), Hydrogen Fuel Cells and Hybrid and Electric Vehicles. Charles will explain how an SVO conversion to a modern diesel engine works and compare the pros and cons of SVO and the other alternative fuels available. This presentation will be valuable for individuals who are trying to determine what alternative fuel choice is right for them. With his extensive work in the SVO industry, Charles has gained a unique perspective into many of the alternative fuels available in the United States. Speaker: Charles Anderson Charles Anderson is the founder of Golden Fuel Systems (formerly Greasel Conversions) which is one of the world leaders in manufacturing and installation of SVO (Straight Vegetable Oil) diesel conversion systems. For over 6 years, Golden Fuel Systems (GFS) has served the world-wide SVO community by offering affordable products, installations, unmatched customer service and knowledgeable technical support. With 6 installation locations around the globe, Golden Fuel Systems has helped thousands convert their diesel vehicles to run on SVO to avoid those costly fuel prices and lessen their environmental impact.