Roy's

Last night we went up to SF to have dinner at Roy's Hawaiian Fusion, since my friend Elaine is going back to New York on Monday. We did the Dine About Town program, which is basically like a set three-course meal for $30. We had eaten at one of the Roy's restaurants when we were on our honeymoon in Maui, and the food was great. They have this awesome chocolate souffle, which has hot melted chocolate in the center. It's like heaven. Needless to say, we were pretty excited to see it was one of the choices on our menu. Anyways, dinner was good, and the souffle was oh-so-good. I should learn how to make that. Haha, yeah right.

A funny thing happened to us after dinner. We walked outside, and were standing around talking for a bit, when this guy walks up to us. He asks to talk to "the gentleman" (Marc), but none of us girls moved, so he said he could talk to all of us. He shows Marc his driver's license and starts going into this long story about how he was visiting friends up here and got kicked out, and had no friends or family, and was kicked in the back which is why he was shaking and stuttering, and whatnot. Which in itself isn't funny, I'm sympathetic to people who are homeless, and I've seen my fair share having lived up in Berkeley (I've also been scammed before).

Anyways, I'm standing there trying hard not to laugh, and I know everyone else is too. At some point in this guy's story, Elaine turns around and walks away, and I know it's because she's trying not to laugh in front of the guy. He looks at her and says, "This isn't funny," at which point she full on bursts into laughter. I'm about to lose it, and the guy goes on for about another 5 minutes until thankfully, Marc pulls out his wallet and hands the guy five bucks.

Oh, about how I got scammed in Berkeley. I was walking downtown late at night with I think Elaine and my other friend Ramona. We're standing around (gotta stop doing that) when this old lady runs up to us, frantic, and tells us that she just found out that her husband was in an accident and is in the hospital and she needs cab fare to go to the hospital. So I give her five bucks (notice how our friends never back us up? Cheapskates!;P), she says thank you, and we go back to talking or whatever we were doing. A minute later, Ramona says, "hey, you notice she's walking a lot slower now?" And sure enough, the lady's now just strolling down the sidewalk. After that, I made it my policy to just buy people a meal instead of giving them cash. Or in that case, help the old lady find a cab.

Although hell, I even had trouble doing that once - like the old lady that I bought vegetable soup for, who yelled at me because, "DON'T YOU KNOW?? THEY PUT MEAT IN THAT!!! I CAN'T EAT MEAT!" Which I already knew, since I'd tried to give her a meatball sandwich earlier, and was the reason I'd gone to get vegetable soup in the first place. I guess her objection was that the restaurant cooked the soup in beef base, which I had no clue, and really, I doubt she knew herself, I think she was just crazy. I ended up just leaving the soup on top of a garbage can, since it was late, and I was too tired to look for someone else to give it to. Plus the whole thing bummed me out.

So anyways, in the future I'll be sure to carry around one of those pads they use to take your order in a restaurant. :P