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Carpetblog's Top Five Favorite Media Spectacles, Ever

We are easily distracted by shiny things. And hats. And shoes. The presence of all these things in one media event is enough to throw off our schedule for days.  We are not ashamed of this!

Anyway, here are our Top Five Favorite Media Spectacles, Ever. We remember these as much for where we were and with whom we shared bitchy commentary as what actually happened.

1. First OJ Simpson Trial, Los Angeles, 1995. The sine qua non of media events, never to be surpassed. Carpetblogger Trivia: Did you know we were called to be a juror in the second, civil trial? Surprisingly, we were not selected even though we were extremely well-informed about the case. Where is Marcia Clark these days, anyway?

2. Royal Wedding, Istanbul, April, 2011. Nenand's rant about the National Primate of England wearing a Day's Inn bedspread and failing to pluck will be preserved in our skype history forever. And shut up, haters. This is why we love royal weddings.

3. Election Night 2008, Istanbul. Never have we been so happy to lose $300.

4. OJ Low Speed Chase, June, 1994 in a Red Roof Inn in Hartford, CT. Got our catty on with James Grant Goldin using a landline while watching a television.

5. Dramatic Reading of The Starr Report, September 11, 1998 (Whoa. Did you know that?) Portland, OR. Pushing the bounds of office decorum since the mid-90's.

God, we loved the '90s. And to think we didn't even have blogs or skype or twitter in those days. Can we have them back, please?

 

 

Five Favorite Restaurants, Reinterpreted

As part of tag day, Wu Wei lists her top five favorite restaurants. It looks like everyone else who's participating described their favorites in their city, but I don't feel like limiting myself to Istanbul, or just five, or just restaurants.

Now that we've been abroad for almost four and half years, we get very attached to certain places, mostly because what they serve cannot be replicated anywhere else. This is my list of restaurants I wish delivered to Istanbul.

Kafe Bogatir on Trukhaniv Island, Kyiv:  This is the single thing I miss about Ukraine. Today, a sunny Sunday, I wish I was sitting in its plastic chairs, under the beer-brand umbrellas with my peeps, dogs under the table, silently begging with soft brown dogeyes. It has a few flaws, but there simply is no better pork, anywhere. I've heard the owners have upgraded the patio, probably with capital we provided last summer, but the pork is as succulent as ever.  Kafe Bogatir appears in the new Bradt Guide to Ukraine so I hope success doesn't go to their head. All hail Vitaly the Swine Master. I still have his number in my phone. I'd pay for his ticket.

If eating pork is wrong, I don't want to be right

World of Urine, Tbilisi:  OMG how I love this place and how I could make a special trip to Tbilisi just to have their Kupati and pkali. The food and wine is otherwordly. The service friendly and helpful (if you want to know the difference between an Abkhaz and Ossetian Kupati, the owner will tell you, in Russian). Tsinidali is a dollar a glass. Not only do I wish they delivered, I wish I could live in their caves.

Tell me that doesn't look like "World of Urine"

Doga Balik, Istanbul: Picking a favorite fish restaurant in Istanbul is like picking a favorite Chinese restaurant in Beijing, but we ate here the other night with our guests and it was stupendous. Usually places with views slide on the food and service, but not here. The fish is great, which is not unusual. What is unusual is the array of mezzes. Most restaurants have a pretty standard selection, but DB has lots of really tasty green ones made of everything from seaweed from the Black Sea to carrot and tomato greens. Aegean crab (like a miniature Dungeness -- sorry, it's the only kind I know) and Aegean Oysters (ordered, but for some reason not served. That reason may be me not knowing the Turkish word for oysters) are in season now. And they undercharged us, so we left a big tip. Doga Balik DOES deliver food, but they can't deliver the view.

El Toro Taqueria, San Francisco: Burrito wars in San Francisco are as intensely fought (and about as interesting) as fish wars in Istanbul. I've been going to El Toro Taqueria at the corner of 17th and Valencia for about 10 years and it never lets me down. I once packed one up and brought it home to Portland for the Producer. Since Mexican food cannot be reproduced reliably outside of Mexico or the West/SW of the United States, our Bay Area friends tried to figure out how to carry one to Istanbul with them. Huarache Azteca on International Boulevard in Oakland serves to die-for Huaraches, but my sources say there have been a lot of shootings lately in that hood, making the trip more hazardous. Delivery would be a lot safer, for me at least.

Laurelwood Brew Pub's Free Range Red, Portland OR. This beer is best drunk anywhere else other than its Hollywood pub, which is way too kid-friendly for me. Delivery is perfect. Maybe they'll stop and pick me up a bucket of steamers from Pal's Shanty. Don't forget the extra nectar.

In and Out Burger: If I have to explain, you wouldn't understand.

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