The next morning we ate breakfast, played with the cats, and went out. I wanted to go to some thrift stores because I am a junk-lover. Plus I figured they would not be as picked-over as the ones in San Francisco.
I found a place that had pretty good reviews called Yoshi Now! On the drive there, Rob mentioned that it was near the Chinatown Youth Center. I asked Rob why a woman was picking through a giant pile of trash dumped in the middle of a city street.
We ended up going to 4 thrift stores because there are many of them concentrated in that area. They all featured the same junk. I couldn't stand the smells and wanted to leave. Rob wanted to get something to eat so we started walking around the Fulton Mall. It doesn't have any restaurants so I don't know why we were walking there. There was nothing but discount stores. It appears that downtown Fresno is pretty much the same as the Mission District in SF, except without all the hipsters.
Rob drove to a different neighborhood and told me to point at a place where I wanted to eat. I saw an interesting place immediately: the Yosemite Falls Cafe. It looked just like a lodge from the outside. We both ordered vegetarian skillets. Our visit coincided with an Oakland Raiders fan luncheon. Neither of us are big Raiders fans but it didn't stop us from gawking at the players.
After lunch we went to Fig Garden. I bought a Tippi sweater at J. Crew and some tea at Whole Foods. Then we went to Rasputin. I bought two CDs, North Sentinel Island by The Copyrights and Life Won't Wait by Rancid. We listened to the Rancid CD on the way to Rob's aunt and uncle's house in Kerman where we were going for a birthday party.
The next day Rob decided that he could no longer entertain me and that we should leave. We ate lunch at Rosa Linda's in Selma. Then we played arcade games at Pizza Planet. I reviewed it on Yelp.
I'm the first one to review? If this place was in San Francisco, people would be going nuts. it's filled with half working arcade games from the 80's and most of them only cost 25 cents to play. I guess there just aren't any hip nerds in Selma.
We went back to his parents' house and Rob started doing their taxes. For some reason I developed an intense craving for ice cream topped with potato chips. However Rob would not go along with me so my craving remained unsatisfied. He kept saying that he was really full from lunch. I wasn't since my lunch was basically a salad since I'm still on the no-grain diet. We left around 7:00 had fries from Carl's Jr. in Los Banos for dinner. We listened to Indestructible, And Out Come The Wolves, and The Transplant's self titled on the way back. Regrettably, I did not have Tim's solo album on my iPod.
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