Inspired by a recent post on Vanilla Garlic, I found myself hunting through the files for an old review I did of Zokku under the nom-de-plume of “Hungry G.” Hungry G, you see, was Russian immigrant who really knew how to party and was looking for a good time come hell or high water.  I did a few reviews written as Hungry G that were to be posted on a local party-goers website, but none were ever published. So here, in its entirety is Hungry G’s take on Zokku.
Beware the cougs
When I was a young, strapping, college-going lad, a wise fellow took me under his wing. He taught me how to dress, how to dance, and how to pick up chicks.
I remember one night at a club, when a limousine pulled up in front. My mentor grabbed me by the arm, and took me aside. I excused myself from the honey whose first four phone number digits I had just procured. He took me to the window and pointed to the car. A door opened, and about nine middle aged women, wearing clothes that their bodies could not cash, came flying out in a drunken hysteria, and piled into the club.
Please watch your kids
So I was sitting last night at dinner in a local family chain eatery, watching in horror as children as young as 5 were being left completely unsupervised in a crowded restaurant, planning a long rant recounting all the times I’ve seen this happen lately. And then I realized that I can’t say a darned thing.
Should that star spangled banner yet wave?
Now that the dust as settled on last week’s MySpace debate, I figured we could take a few swings at this situation in Orangevale:
An Orangevale man is being fined $2,500 for flying five American flags on county streetlight poles.
The best part of this story is that the man being fined, Ed Andrews, took up a collection last summer in his neighborhood and raised $400 for the flags and brackets. Well done, Ed.
Now the lawyers are involved as well as the Sacramento County supervisors:
At an impromptu meeting on a neighbor’s driveway Wednesday evening, Sacramento County’s Director of Transportation Tom Zlotkowski explained that allowing American flags on light poles around Acer Way and Ortiz Court would mean any other flags could be put up.
Hmmm, I wonder about that, but, sure, OK.
“But yet people could go out and burn the flag if they wanted to, but yet we’re having a problem flying the flag and showing our patriotism,” said Michele Turner, whose future stepson is due back from Iraq in a few days.
There’s the issue, Sacramento. Where do you draw the line? If a gal has to pay to have repairs made to her sidewalk, why can’t folks fly old glory in their neighborhood?
Mr. Tim Hearts Math
Okay, I’m amused and annoyed at the same time. Current local ad for a bike on today’s Craigslist:
My current mode of transportation is my bike. I have finally decided to part ways with my bike. One, I am hoping with the money that I get, I can purchase a calculator that will compute partial derivatives and other such computations as required for the completion of my vector analysis course. Two, I know none of these calculators exist. Three, I do not expect you to know this, and that you will be tricked to giving me money.
Be the change you wish to see
I’d like to give special recognition to the woman working at the Del Taco on near Howe & La Riviera who did not question my giving her an odd amount of cash to cover my Chicken Tacos Del Carbon (a high protein, lowfat meal) for today’s dashboard dining.
Wow, someone who actually knows how to make change — this calls for a special posting on the sacrag!Â
Weirdo at the Bus Stop
And by that I mean ME. This morning, late to the bus as usual, I ran out the door with two bags and coat pockets full of stuff that could easily have been consolidated into one cute little purse, if I was the organized type. I proceeded to rifle through those bags and pockets in order to do the following while waiting for the (late) bus: brush hair, put on lipstick, put on earrings, eat breakfast, take a multi-vitamin, put on socks and, finally, consolidate bags/pockets. All while daydreaming up a story about why the dog at the neighboring house was howling when he is usually quiet. So my question, SacRaggers, is: am I the only one who functions at this level at a bus stop? What weird things do you do, or have you seen others doing, while waiting for RT?
Reminder: Saturday is Museum Day
Twenty-five museums (there are that many?) are participating in the ninth annual Museum Day on Saturday. Museum Day means free admission from 10 to 4 at participating spots, with free shuttle service to some of them, and plenty of other fun activities. Check it out.
Bring ’em back
Had the sacrag been around 10-20 years ago, we’d surely be writing about the demise of some of these establishments that I’d like to see make a comeback:
Lunch at Jamie’s
I won’t spend too much time here going over the folksy and divey wonderfulness that is Jamie’s atmosphere. It was already written about in very lively prose here in the Bee a few weeks ago. Suffice it to say that if you do go to Jamie’s, leave your chauffeur and Phaeton at home. You’ll probably want to borrow your brother’s car with the mismatched fenders and the plastic Jesus on the dashboard. But you come here because you want to know about the food, right? To that end, a group of us from the Sacramento Food Group went to Jamie’s yesterday to test the grub. All told there were four of us, Melly, Jenny, Robert and me (For the sake of clarity and in case another person named Robert enters into this piece, I will heretofore refer to my dining companion Robert as “Cobra Commander.”).
The Sac Rag 