Anh "Asian Try-Hard" T.'s Profile

This place has changed names, and probably owners.

This is actually a good thing, because the last few times I've been have been sort of empty and awkward. Not like running into an ex-boyfriend awkward, but more like wanting to break up with a current boyfriend but not doing it yet because he owes you a birthday present awkward. Basically, this place used to have good drinks and Groupons deals but everything else was whatevs. But now that they're gone, I'm glad there are new options to date...errr, taste.

/bing bong

In an attempt to un-ruin my BFFs birthday dinner, Malbec was the only steak place that would take a last minute reservation on a Friday night.

We arrived at what was a very cute restaurant but somehow became less cute as the night went on. The space is small and intimate but at one point, I felt a little too cozy with the table next to us. If someone passed gas, I'd probably feel it before smelling it. I also couldn't get the sound of clanging silverware out of my ears.

The waiter was very friendly  and tried to be charming but when he started recommending every single thing on the menu, it was overkill. Let's just be real here. Our appetizers - empanadas and mussels/clams - were nothing to rave about. The salmon was absolutely TERRIBLE and was sent back to the kitchen. The only real winner was my skirt steak (also Yelpers' popular choice), even when compared to the more pricey rib-eye and bacon-wrapped steak special. Baby vegetables also make me happy.

Although I didn't completely un-ruin the birthday, the BFF still managed to enjoy the great company (me). Thank god, because I wasn't ready to hear his bitching for the rest of our lives (umm...love you DT!).

Wow. It's been awhile since I've written a review without an Elite badge. The Yelp world is growing up without me, but hopefully my reviews still mean something. *sniff*

My office relocated to Glendale a little over a year ago. Although I still have more exploring to do, I haven't been wowed by many restaurants in the area, especially of the fine dining kind (yeah, I'm fancy). That is, until recently.

Based on outstanding reviews, I organized a team dinner here. Thanks to yelpers and the company card, Bashan is now recognized as the best Glendale restaurant I've been to (*enter giant trophy here*).

Appetizer:
Amuse bouche--Creamed sweet pea. Let's just say a little spoonful was not nearly enough.
Octopus - Nicely cooked though also small in portion.
Pork belly - A clear favorite and crowd pleaser of the group. The server was nice enough to give us a heartier portion so everyone could have a taste. I might have also sneaked in a second.
Burrata salad - Creamy dairy perfection.
Sweet corn soup - A heartier serving of cream and buttery corn. But damn if I was starting to get full.

Entrée:
Braised beef cheek - A little heavy after all that appetizin' (my own fault) but still delicious and tender. The baby veggies were cute but I had to save room for dessert.

Dessert:
Panna cotta - If only I could marry a dessert, this would be it. But let's be real...we'd also need to have a polygamous relationship.

A fine-dining gem, Bashan's small space was cozy yet modern, the service was excellent, and the food was pretty effing amazing. They also have a nice deal Tue-Thur for 3-course prix fixe at $40. Delicious and affordable, what else can you ask for? Oh right, a 2012 Elite badge. Ha!

I am evil.

I came here because I had a Groupon (that's not why I'm evil). Based on previous dining voucher experiences, I admit I wasn't expecting very much. But it was awesome - the prompt service, the fresh sushi, and even the modern décor. At the end of dinner, I was thoroughly enjoying my date when I got sidetracked by the craziest sight:

The sushi chef grabbed a live lobster, chopped off its tail, and plopped it onto a plate. The crustacean was still wildly thrashing its claws in the air while the chef nonchalantly cut the raw tail into sushi pieces and surrounded the lobster with its own flesh. And the half-intact lobster continued to squirm and make sad sad sounds for a good ten minutes.

Disturbing, right? Then why did I wish I wasn't too full to order myself a plate? And why is it that I want to go back for a taste? Only answer could be...I am evil (sorry ASPCA). Muahahaha!

/bing bong

After attending some other barre fitness classes, I realize that I'm pretty spoiled at BM. They have smaller classes, more helpful trainers, and provide lockers, clean towels, and mats. Then again, I guess I'm paying a pretty penny for it too. 10 class packages are $180 and run out too quickly. I'm always hoping for the next good daily deal (hint, hint Yelp deals).

"Now pulse, pulse, pulse."

Some of the moves can feel uncomfortable and slightly pornographic, but it's a small price to pay. On occasion, very angry thoughts run through my head when the instructors get on me because my legs aren't shaking hard enough, despite feeling like they just might splinter under me. But in reality, my legs won't splinter, and the trainers making sure I'm maximizing the good money I'm paying by getting the body that brings all the boys to yard. Not that there aren't already some boys there, of course...

Although it has been over a year since my last event, I was still impressed by Katie's ninja-like planning skillZ. It was well organized, drinks were tasty (though a little weak, they were FREE), and I dug the deceivingly thin but savory pretzel sticks.

Yelpers do clean up quite nicely, as everyone seemed dressed in their dandiest. Roman and Edward both looked damn tasty - I was surprised there was no swarming of hungry single ladies in sight! But don't let the fine threads fool you suckas, we still know how to clear a giant plate of food under 10 seconds...especially when it's free.

With my 20s behind me, I wanted to celebrate with a super special Puma-Coming-Out Party. I was referred here for photo booth pictures because we had mutual friends. I was initially hesitant to use them because I don't like having to bitch out friends or friends-of-friends (although I will if I have to), but prices were totally reasonable and they were willing to drive everything out to Malibu.

While I was pretty stressed out about other party planning stuff, TVS was the least of my worries - they were super accommodating, timely, and professional. Because the venue was held outdoors, I didn't want a plain background and requested to use the natural landscape. They quickly adjusted their equipment and it was almost surreal how clear the pictures came out. Everyone who saw them thought the greenery was some kind of prop or wallpaper...pretty awesome.

The photo booth was definitely an unexpected surprise for my friends and was a HUGE hit. The photographers were really nice, and reprinted any pictures we wanted. Pictures were even posted online within a couple of days for download. I'd say everyone was impressed by my newfound fanciness and bourgeois ways but I'd be lying - everyone knows you can't take the hood out of the hoodrat. Nonetheless, it ended up as an awesome party and if I dare say, I take damn good puma pictures.

Rawr.

DO buy a bottle of wine and have a romantic taco dinner overlooking the amazing city lights.

DON'T buy white wine, especially if it tends to make her angry and start drunk / teary arguments.

What can I say? I like making up.

/bing bong

One summer day, my coworker and I had the great idea of walking our normally lazy asses to try this so-called famous Italian deli. An even greater idea was to leave our cell phones at our desks and rely on my salami-honing skills to lead the way. Unfortunately, it's a different kind of salami I'm used to honing into. After a 15 minute adventure in the blazing sun, we found our destination.

The dude at the counter was really nice to me although I was clearly a newbie with sweaty armpits. I ordered the recommended Italian Combo and my friend had the hot ribeye. There were a ton of people standing around for their sandwiches but we were lucky enough to grab a crumb-laden table.

Luckily I had worked up an appetite with our walk and nonstop work-rant because the sandwich was bigger than my arm. Right away, I had to remove the middle slice of bread to bite into my behemoth of a sandwich. Why there so much of this doughy bread anyway, I had no idea.

Someone got me super excited by telling me this place was comparable to Bay Cities Italian Deli. I thought it was impossible...and I was right. Damn you, big fat liars!!! Although I liked the cold cuts and cheese, it was no Godmother. I actually enjoyed the rib eye sandwich a little better, as the toasted bread made it tastier.

Let's be clear. It was a solid sandwich but nothing to go crazy over as all these reviewers suggest. Personally I'm not sure if I'll come back because I prefer to avoid 1) unnecessary and untoasted carbs, and 2) sweaty armpits.

I was initially happy to be here for two reasons:

1. It was my birthday and the Puma in me refused to stay at home alone.
2. For a second, I thought I was going to end up at Benihanas. When we passed it by, I gave out a very loud sigh of relief and was accused of being a snob (I am, sort of).

I wanted to try this restaurant to see how one would "modernize" my people's food. Here's what we ordered:

Brussels Sprouts - The best thing we had. Simply made with fish sauce and caramelized shallots. Are those shrimp chips on top??? Drool.
Halibut - A bland meh. Recommended by the waiter...I'm  never going to listen to him again, assuming I remember what he looks like (I don't).
Chicken Dumplings - Yay-ish. Anything cooked in pork fat is probably going to taste good. This was not an exception.
Duck - Yay. I liked it, but money would be better spent on peking duck from SGV. Jus sayin.

Honestly, although we had a nice dinner, I wasn't amazed. Similar to my experience at many fusion-tapas style restaurants, although almost everything was done well, I didn't feel satiated. Maybe it was due to having so many different types of food in one sitting but the whole experience didn't warrant the drive or price tag. Not that I either drove or paid, but still. Feed me steamed catfish and spring rolls over this stuff any day.

I passed on dessert because I had a craving for Yogurtland. And then we ended up passing on Yogurtland because I had a craving for more alcohol...

/bing bong