White Rabbits in the children’s section at Ikea. Nola can’t get enough. Hunger pangs grow larger by the second. Ooo! A $2.99 clock for the kitchen office! Sold. Stay focused. We’re here for a kiddy potty. Potty time! A kaleidoscope of colors. We make a quick decision! Blue and green. Sweet. Now we must eat, maybe. Nap time is a calling. Breakdown right around the corner.
Ikea. 80 West. 500 yards. It’s now or nothing. “The International food court?” says Sheila. Sure. Fifteen or so ethnic food stalls. No chains. She’s been there. Never mentioned it. Strange.
Reno? Hong Kong? Sydney? The last time I saw this much neon was Vegas. But I’m all over it. “You want to try a piece of sushi?” cries a hawker. Uh…let’s see…sushi…hot day…Oakland food court. Maybe not. Free? Really? Crammed it in. Origato!
Smells. Sounds. A frenzy of activity. Afghani. Jamaican. Hofbrau. Indian. Korean. Hofbrau? Damn I love Hofbrau! Pasta. Thai. Vietnamese. I know what you’re thinking. Banh mi? No. There is pho though. “Don’t you want somebody to love!” I settle on Noodles, etc. Tasty noodles, cooked to order. $6.95 and pretty damn good. All served in an eco friendly environment. (Huh?) EmeryBay Public Market.
Be all end all? Probably not. Second visit? Absolutely.
Nap time.
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