tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859567876135439896.post6437563572566727990..comments2024-03-12T04:56:36.742-04:00Comments on Minimizing Entropy: Frita Batidos - a harrowing experienceDMAKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10430943593190838423noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859567876135439896.post-73901491507100287002011-09-03T17:25:30.817-04:002011-09-03T17:25:30.817-04:00Judgemental or not...I can understand your point o...Judgemental or not...I can understand your point of view Darshan. How do we use moments like this to fix things? I feel terrible telling strangers the implications of their actions...I hate to sound like I am morally superior to them. I typically just write in feedback to the restaurant/hotel enouraging them to re-think how they do business.Tannynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859567876135439896.post-35227486185255385222011-01-05T14:35:42.001-05:002011-01-05T14:35:42.001-05:00Jackie, I had absolutely no idea about that. Did y...Jackie, I had absolutely no idea about that. Did you by any chance take a picture of it? Maybe I should swing by and order a normal meal, and see how much stuff comes out of it...DMAKhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10430943593190838423noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859567876135439896.post-25389031573235620472011-01-04T11:09:19.122-05:002011-01-04T11:09:19.122-05:00I was at Frita Badito last week, and enjoyed the f...I was at Frita Badito last week, and enjoyed the food and drinks. Did you notice that some of the drinks (ginger lemon-aid) are actually served in a small plastic sandwich bag, tied up with a straw inside? The server said the baggie has a smaller footprint than the regular plastic cup.Jackie Weiss, Ph.D.https://www.blogger.com/profile/01634376186966454855noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859567876135439896.post-13166236053676221702010-12-16T11:20:09.523-05:002010-12-16T11:20:09.523-05:00I've been in and talked with the guy that'...I've been in and talked with the guy that's trying to train the staff for coffee. He's worked for both Riual in San Francisco and Stumptown in Portland. He's pretty serious about coffee and sounds like he's trying to envoke the passion in some of the empoloyees. I imagine it's hard since it's a restaurant not a cafe and thy don't have designated baristas. <br />Also demerera is a brown sugar as is turbinado. It is more like turbinado than "brown sugar" is thought in the States. When I was first in they had demerera not turbinado. Maybe they ran out but they taste would be very similar. Of course I wouldn't expect some one that enjoys sweetwaters to appreciate good coffe. You said you weren't trying to be judgemental but that's what your whole post was.archetyphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00495211342445030067noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859567876135439896.post-57352621718440441662010-12-15T22:24:59.096-05:002010-12-15T22:24:59.096-05:00UGH. Darshan, I've been carrying my own shopp...UGH. Darshan, I've been carrying my own shopping bags for close to 17 years now. They used to be washable canvas, which I preferred, except the baggers hated them because they didn't stand up on their own, so as they wore out, I replaced them with the recycled plastic ones which I hope are REALLY made of 100% recycled plastic like they say they are. They seem to be holding up pretty well---I've been using a few of them for more than two years now.<br /><br />Anyway, I know you know the story about the man behind me who, as I walked away with my reusables, said somewhat louder than necessary, "I want my groceries double-bagged in plastic, except for my bottled water. I want those triple-bagged," but I can't tell you how many times I've had to repeat myself, sometimes three or four times before the words "I DON'T NEED A BAG" sinks into the head of the cashier. And from there, I can't bear to think about the number of times I've stood there sickened from watching the cashier remove my items from the plastic bag she'd put them in, and then THROW AWAY the plastic bag, as though my groceries had somehow contaminated the bag for the next person. I started just accepting that one plastic bag so I could reuse it for SOMETHING, at least, instead of taking the risk that the cashier would throw it away and I'd be one step closer to insanity. Or at least a seizure. :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com