welcome home!


 curbside cafe, open
margaret emmaline chung
 Posted on: Feb 9 2018, 02:40 PM
❝ How lucky we are to be alive right now! ❞
Paperman (short)


bubble pop!

tagged: open
notes: I’m so hungry rn

Meg waited in anticipation in front of the Mediterranean-style food truck, the delightful scents of cooked lamb and spices delighting her, but making her feel even more hungry. The truck, aptly named “I Need a Gyro,” was located on the Stockton Street Winter Walk, a one-block alleyway that was home to various food trucks, vendors selling their wares, and tiny electronic animals that children could ride around the turf on during the cooler months of the year. It was a cute area for tourists, as the purchasable items, both food and otherwise, were priced accordingly. The food blogger didn’t mind too much, as the tastiness of the dishes more than made up for it. She had been here before to review some of the other trucks, including the one specializing in rotisserie chicken, the New England cuisine one, and the Pho truck. However, she had never visited this Gyro truck, but the delectable smells wafting from the kitchen inside lured her in like a child fixated on a shiny new toy.

She slowly inched forward into the line, her growing hungrier and hungrier by the minute. Meg was still trying to decide what she wanted, as the menu was quite extensive despite the close quarters that the vehicle provided. Obviously she would go with the lamb gyro as she had been craving it since she had gotten in line. Maybe that paired with the falafel or maybe the Saganaki or a slice of the Baklava. All of it sounded so delicious and choosing was just going to be difficult. Her mind raced as she tried to decide, eventually ruling out the Baklava due to its messiness and the falafel just because she wasn’t feeling it. Finally stepping up to order, Meg stood on the tips of her toes so she could make better eye contact with the person inside. “I’ll have a lamb gyro and an order of the Saganaki.” The man inside nodded his head, writing it down on a notepad. “That’ll be $8.50.” She grabbed her wallet from inside her purse and retrieved a ten dollar bill, before placing it for the man to get. “Keep the change.” The man inside took the bill and handed her a receipt. “Thanks, your number is fifty-eight.”

Meg got out of the front of the line, moving to wait near the window for pick-up as she returned her wallet to its place. She also took a notepad and pen from her purse, jotting down a few quick notes about where she was and what she was having. The secondary magazine that she worked for, Cherry Bombe, had asked her to do a feature on the various food trucks around the city and she was sure that with the addition of this Mediterranean restaurant, she would have enough for the article. Meg had visited maybe ten or so of these trendy food vehicles in the past three months, all of the, with very different cuisine and pun-tastic names. Lost in thought as she remembered some of the other stops she had tried, the brunette almost missed someone calling out fifty-eight, letting her know that her much anticipated food was finally ready. The food blogger put away her notepad and retrieved the takeout box before quickly glancing up and down the crowded street. There weren’t many tables with open chairs, but there was one further down the street over by one of the many vendors that sold animal beanies. There was someone sitting at one of the chairs, but Meg hoped that they wouldn’t mind if someone else joined them. She walked over to the table, carefully holding her food in one hand. “Mind if I sit here? I won’t be too long, I promise.” Meg smiled at the person there, hoping that they would say yes.

leia ivy joyce
 Posted on: Feb 9 2018, 02:56 PM
❝ ❞


Life in the city was certainly varied and exciting. With plenty to do and see, and best of all eat. The city had many cuisines on offer, from Asia, to France; from the USA to the Mediterranean! It was the Mediterranean food that a certain Muse was craving. Food from her home country for she did miss it. She may had been in San Francisco for the last ten years or so, but she still missed home. Most people when she tells them that she was from Greece show surprise, assuming that she was from America. She could understand to an extent, but still it did hurt. At least as soon as she slipped into the language she could laugh to herself at the faces they pulled; and it came in handy when tourist were in town and she could help them out. With them it was like being home almost, and they didn’t look at her with surprise and disbelief.

Leia actually liked being another face in the crowd. Where most of her family were happiest being out there, standing out, being above the people. She never was; not to the extent of her fellow Olympians. Of course she liked to be in the middle of everything still, to be the life of the party! Who wouldn’t? But it was not all that drove her. Helping others to be the best in their art as they can be was much more rewarding to her. It was like she was being worshipped, it was different to back in the day, where she could just whisper into their ear without them knowing she was there, but it was still something. Sometimes she was thanked, and other time she was not. Of course not everyone realised it was her helping them; but the mention of a Muse helping them made her smile if she knew she was that Muse. It was nice to know she and her sisters were still invoked in this day and age.

The Muse also liked to people watch, and a young woman caught her eye. She was at first standing in line to the food truck that she had stopped at herself. It was the “I Need a Gyro” one that she was just eating the food they had made. The spices wafting under her nose and reminding her of home. She loved lamb it was her favourite meat, and this was so tender it fell apart in her mouth. She’d need to keep up her Zumba dancing if she was going to carry on visiting this street with it’s many food trucks. The woman she was watching from her table took out a notebook and Leia smiled, ‘Ah a writer, called it!’ She finished off her lunch, wiping her mouth with the napkin. She was about to get up an leave, but something within her told her not to. So she took out her phone and checked her messages, glad to stay a while longer and find out what the next few moments had in store for her.

Leia smiled back up at the woman, delighted to see it was the writer that drew her attention just moments ago. “Of course you can honey, please take a seat.” She put away her phone and gestured to the other empty chair. “Good choice, the guys at ‘I Need a Gyro’ are soooo good.” She said, making conversation. "Leia Joyce." she nodded in introduction. She would had held out a hand, but the others were full at the moment.

margaret emmaline chung

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