Kung Fu Panda.

So my mom had one of those rare moments of not being mad about whatever shit is going through her mind, and she asked me out for lunch/dinner.

My mom is a complex individual. She is ALWAYS angry about something, it could be the fact that somebody crashed against her rear bumper on a Monday morning, or because the meatballs she had at dinner tasted like meatballs. I will never know why my mom is always angry. Also, dealing with eating disorders for over 8 years, her senses are fucked up, so she can't smell or taste properly, so her ideal meal consists of a shitload of food, for little money, and it has to be really flavorful. Therefore, she loves Chinese food buffets (THE REALLY CHEAP ONES with the golden crap hanging from the ceiling and the huge ass fish tanks with gold fish in the middle of every room).

So we went to this Asian buffet in Chula Vista named VIP something Buffet (I can't remember the fucking name of the place). We only paid $10 each for access to who knows how many dishes, beverages and desserts. Remember the $1 take out Chinese places from the 90's?? Well, I certainly don't, but I imagine this is a 2011 version of that.

I've been to this place before, because my brother loves the chow mein they have there, and I like stuffing myself with those cheap California sushi rolls that don't really taste like sushi but fuck it, they taste good and it's only $10 and I can eat as many as I want, right? They also have sweets: delicious calorie-packed, sugary, sweets. And even though the workers smell like a mix of Windex and soy sauce, I kinda enjoy the warmth of the place and the faces white people make when Asians come into the place and serve themselves a bowl of 100 baby crabs with a side of soup like looks like watered down semen.

Anyway, my mom ate a bunch of food that she likes, and kept asking me "why the fuck do you keep taking pictures of your food?" (in Spanish, of course). I told my mom I blog about it, and since she doesn't know what a blog is, she said "you're fucking weird" and started drinking her iced tea.

Gold Cup & Ceramic Plates

I went to get a passport as the Mexican consulate in San Diego and I went to Tazza D'Oro in Little Italy, Even though people dislike them on Yelp, I like that place because there's always some friendly person there who's walking their dogs, and best of all, most dogs will let you touch them. ANYWAY, I also love their tea and their organic banana muffins. Yelp, fuck you.

They even have a dog plate with treats.

Fresh, rich banana taste and plenty of nuts in this awesome muffin.

I hate Yelp because most people there feel like fucking magazine critics. When you're out of debt and can actually AFFORD what you eat, then tell me my food tastes cheap. Other than that I hope one day you have to eat cardboard for a living, and then I'll stare at you and say "Ew.., that's like so not cool" in my Valley girl accent.