Two Days in San Francisco

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For the last week, I’ve been constantly thinking of what to write. There’s so much that happened in California that I have no idea how to cover — how would I talk about spending time with relatives? As fun as it was, I can’t just write a synopsis of our conversation without the risk of boring everyone (including me) to death. What about New York? I have to get to that sooner or later!

That’s when I realized something: I’m not here to write a diary of my encounters in Los Angeles or San Francisco or northern California! If I wanted to write a diary, then I should’ve done that immediately after each day in California, not nearly a month after returning home!

If I wanted to write about San Francisco or New York for so long, then what should stop me? This is my blog after all, this is my virtual notebook! If I feel that I want to talk about my time in San Francisco and then jump over to New York, who should say I need to write about the not-as-fun-to-write-about parts?

I guess the number one reason I wanted to avoid skipping parts of my journey were because I didn’t feel it was fair to the people, mostly family, I had met during my trip. Is it wrong to purposely cut out my recollection of the time I spent with them? I’ve come to the conclusion that no, it’s not.

That’s why I’m going to just jump right in to one of my favorite cities: San Francisco.

San Francisco

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There’s something I really love about San Francisco. I love the long, curvy streets and the heavy Asian influence. I love the cold, breezy weather and I love walking around in a jacket in July!

The hotel had fortune cookies inside a glass container for their guests. Jude and I each took one — I got 500 points and Jude got a free room upgrade!


The first place we went to was Chinatown. Personally, I think Chinatown is really cool. Jude and I even got those touristy squished pennies from the machines dotted around the area.

In Chinatown, we met with the AADP (Asian American Donor Program) and talked about some of our ideas for getting Asian-Americans to join the bone marrow donor registry while eating really tasty Vietnamese sandwiches from Saigon Sandwich Shop.

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Orochon Ramen (and more J-Town)

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Los Angeles, San Francisco, and New York all have something in common: each of these three cities fooled me into believing that I had somehow left the country and I was actually traveling abroad.

J-Town was when it started.

I’ve always been a big fan of Japan and many things Japanese. I definitely wouldn’t consider myself as part of that awkward obsessed-with-Japan-because-of-anime crowd that seems to be growing (“Japanophilia”). From less-than-a-year old to three-and-a-half, I lived in Tokyo — my dad worked there for about six years altogether — so naturally, I’m curious about the country I spent my infanthood in.

When my Tita Giselle, who was at the mini-reunion in La Puente, offered us a choice between J-Town (Japantown, or Little Tokyo) and K-Town (Koreatown), I naturally chose J-Town as my go-to place. Not only that, but my dad prefers Japanese food over Korean food.

We went to the Weller Court Shopping Area, a multi-level outdoor shopping center. In the parking lot, Tita Giselle gave us the infamous, small box of donuts she promised me we’d get.

As we looked for a restaurant, there were three main contenders: a curry restaurant, a Japanese barbecue restaurant, and a ramen restaurant. The ramen place, Orochon Ramen, was featured on Man v. Food, so I thought we might as well go there! Besides, I haven’t really had any good ramen; I’ve only had the instant ramen that you can buy at the Asian supermarket.


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