Restaurant Review: Doc Chey’s Dragon Bowl

A couple of weeks ago, we went to one of those paint your own pottery places (you know, like where we got engaged, but not that one).  Our friends Jamie and Dave were painting some stuff and we hung out with them for a while, before having dinner with them.  I didn’t paint anything, but Jason painted a dinosaur.  And then last weekend, we went to pick it up.

The pottery place we went to was in Emory Village so we decided to have lunch there and after picking up the dinosaur, we went to Doc Chey’s Dragon Bowl. Doc Chey’s Dragon Bowl is an offshoot of Doc Chey’s – a local noodle place.  This location used to be Doc Chey’s for years but they recently turned it into the Dragon Bowl.  Not sure why.  A search on Yelp revealed that people were not impressed by the change.  Most of the bad reviews were written by people who were upset that the restaurant had changed.

I, on the other hand, love a build your own type restaurant.  And that’s what Doc Chey’s Dragon Bowl is.

First you choose the style of your bowl.  They have Chinese, Korean, Vietnamese, Japanese and Thai style.  Then you choose your base – ramen, salad greens, vermicelli or dragon rice.  And finally your veggies and meat.

I went with Vietnamese style with salad greens, roasted broccoli, roasted cauliflower and tofu.

Dragon bowl

I loved it.  Yelpers be damned.

Doc Chey's Dragon Bowl on Urbanspoon

What I thought about breastfeeding week

If you don’t focus 99% of your internet time on all things baby, you probably didn’t know it was World Breastfeeding Week.  But if you’re me, you did.  It was everywhere – in my Facebook feed, on the Huffington Post, in Glamour Magazine, etc.  And here’s the thing – it kind of made me feel like shit.

I’m 100% pro-breastfeeding.  Both Jason and I were breastfed as babies.  But then when I had my own baby, I just couldn’t do it.  It wasn’t for lack of trying, trust me.  I just had a very low milk supply.  Like negligible.  And after two weeks of driving myself crazy, I stopped trying to make it happen.

But then I read all these articles and blog posts recently about how great breastfeeding is and though I agree, I felt like every single thing I read had this same rationale – it’s better for the baby and it’s totally natural and what you’re supposed to do.  And it probably is.  But when you can’t do it, and you hear other people talking about how they are doing something that’s better for the baby and you aren’t, that’s hard.  When you hear people say that you just have to keep trying and you didn’t, that’s hard too.

It’s also the influx of, “you’re such a good mother for doing this” comments that bother me too.  A friend of mine posted this article on Facebook and I agree.  It’s not always easy and it’s not always natural for everyone.

Not breastfed (and practicing his duckface) but still has a good mother:


Kind of Lost the Appeal

I’m not sure if it’s blogging itself that’s lost its appeal lately or it’s just the fact that I feel like I can’t identify with most other bloggers anymore (some exceptions, of course!)  You’d think that if it were the latter, that wouldn’t have any effect on my blogging frequency, but at one point, I felt like I was part, at least to some small degree, of a community and I really don’t feel like that anymore.  Maybe it’s me or maybe blogging is a dying trend?

I used to read a lot about people who felt insecure when they read other blogs.  The other blogger would be a faster runner or more fit or even have more blog readers.  That never seemed to bother me.  I have always been at an average runner who’s in okay shape with a very small readership and that was always okay.  But then I got pregnant.

Geez, can I write about anything else anymore?  Look, a picture of something that’s not a baby.


Every time I take a piece of candy from a co-worker’s candy jar, I have to start a new post-it.  My record is 6 days.  And I wonder why I still can’t lose all the baby weight.

I have a lot of residual anger regarding my pregnancy.  I should probably just let it dissipate but I can’t seem to.  Everything turned out okay in the end but weeks upon weeks of hearing that something could be wrong with the baby (and then again after he was born), well that just takes a toll on a person.  And when all of that happened, I got a little, “why me?” but it wasn’t exactly, “why me?” It was more like, “Why isn’t anyone I know going through shit like this besides me?”  So then I stopped reading happy pregnancy blogs.  Jealousy at its finest.

So then I had the baby.  And in my mind, I was going to be that mom that I read about.  The one that instantly loses all the baby weight and is suddenly a size four, even though I’ve never been a size four like ever, breast feeds and is a big proponent of babywearing and cloth diapering.  Okay, I never intended to cloth diaper, but I liked the idea of being someone who did. Because yay earth.

And a big fat none of that happened.  See the candy jar post-it above for the answer to the baby weight thing but the rest of it, just not in the cards, I guess.  I had this idea in my head that I was going to be this [skinny] crunchy mama but well, I’m just not.

And that’s why I stopped reading a lot of other blogs.  Because I need to be okay with the mother that I am.  And also, my kid does eat [mostly] organic foods, so there.  And double also, I’m wearing natural deodorant.  And I think my armpits smell.

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