Redwood City: A Love Story

Self so loves Redwood City that, recently, when someone on Chowhound asked for nominations for “Food Capital” of the USA, self nominated Redwood City, CA! For ethnic food, of course! Here are self’s favorites:

  • Indian restaurant (Little India, Main St.)
  • Turkish restaurant (New Kapadokia)
  • Szechuan restaurant (Crouching Tiger, Broadway)
  • German deli (German House)
  • Burrito place (La Azteca)
  • Burger Pub (City Pub, Broadway)

(All of these places are still alive and kicking, in spite of the recession!  No small feat, that!  In fact, the only Redwood City casualty self can think of is Beard Papa, and that’s not homegrown, it’s a chain)

Self is thinking of all of this again because she’s still weighing the pros and cons of going to Manila in December (She’ll probably go). Redwood City also has the best Fourth of July Parade anywhere in California, a theatre that shows Parokya ni Edgar, a Courthouse Square that shows scary movies (free) in October (Last year they showed “Edward Scissorhands,” among others), a pretty good Farmers Market (Saturday am), and the best Century 20 in the whole San Francisco Bay Area.

Once, when self was entertaining an Assumptionista visitor, the lady said, “But why choose a house in Redwood City? If I went to the States, and all I could afford was a house in Redwood City, I’d rather go home!”

Oh, the tact of Filipinas! They are so wonderfully eccentric! Just ask self! Just ask son, who swears he’ll never date a Filipina (“They’re all crazy.”)

Today was a pretty good day. Self took her fat li’l crits on a longer-than-usual walk, and neither of them pooped, what bliss! Today, also, self got to visit Marguerite King, whose husband died a year ago. The Kings were the first American hosts self ever stayed with, when she was just beginning at Stanford. They were blonde and blue-eyed, and so were their six children. They had a gorgeous daughter named Mary, who was at Gunn High School, who was a dancer. Now Mrs. King is frail but very lucid. She said to self, as self hugged her good-bye: “I never thought I could last a day without Dick, and now here I am.” Self looked down at her and said, “We women, we endure.” Which is the absolute truth.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers, stay tuned.

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