Lunch: Some sort of Weight Watcher's frozen chicken and rice entree thing. Awful, in a n utterly bland, non-offensive way.

Dinner: Went to Naoko's house party, had something vaguely resembling Mexican food inside of a tortilla. Spooned what looked like hot sauce on it, zero fire. Drank a Negra Modelo, had a little bit each of apple pie (which seemed to have ginger in it?), spiced pear nut and raisin mystery tart (which everyone else said was bad, but I thought had more character than anything else) and a scoop of the taro root ice cream I brought.

Overall, East Bay nu-hippie post-flavor food for a new generation of people raised on beige beans and other earthtoned edibles.

I left about midnight as Randall and Christine were departing, drove around International a bit, pondering a stopoff at Tacos El Gordo, but then decided it somehow just felt more like a Daimo night, and in fact... it was a Daimo night. I ordered the always-auspicious cha shu lo mein, menu #168, and a Tsing Tao. The cha shu was tender and tasty and the portions very generous and the lo mein was cooked right and lightly braised in a soy base. The accompanying soup was predictably unremarkable, but all-in-all quite a decent meal.

I took about a third of it home, and finished it off around 4am as a snack.