Golden Girls Kitchen, An Honest Review

Picture it, San Francisco, 2013!

If anyone knows me, they know I’m a huge fan of The Golden Girls.

I’ve probably seen every episode a hundred times and laughed out loud every single time. I’ve even told family and friends that should I be blessed to live a long life, I’d live a Golden Girls life!

So of course, when the Golden Girls Kitchen experience finally arrived in San Francisco, my friends and I jumped at the chance. As we were a group of six initially, our dates were difficult to align without the day being sold out. The reviews kept coming in that the space, experience, and the meals that came with the almost $100+ per person ticket were “amazing!”. When five out of six of us were able to get together on a Sunday, all the brunch hours were sold out but dinner at 7pm, which we decided to go for.

The space was much smaller than anticipated, no wonder it was always sold out! You walked in to see the merchandise booth and the Rusty Anchor bar to your left and Sophia’s kitchen to your right. A few tables were lined up leading to Blanche’s bedroom with one side leading to the back end kitchen and another leading to the makeshift lanai. From the lanai, there was a second door to the hall with restrooms before heading to the makeshift living room where there was a larger bar and about ten tables for two lined against the wall. From there, you were led back towards the kitchen and the Rusty Anchor.

The staff seemed annoyed by our presence and ready to call it a day. We were not aware we would be the last guests of the day when the other two tables of guests on the lanai left. There was no one in the indoor tables or bars which we thought was odd considering how we struggled to get tickets on any given day.

The background music was not related to the show whatsoever. Every so often the theme song played but the playlist itself was not relevant to the show or even the 80s. Nonetheless, us gals were occupied in conversation and selfies to mind.

We had pre-ordered, as part of our ticket purchase, five vegetarian lasagna (as the majority of the group is Muslim who don’t eat pork), three slices of chocolate cheesecake, and two slices of strawberry cheesecakes. Drinks, sides, and additional cheesecake flavors were to be ordered day of and charged separately. At the table, we ordered three sodas and mocktails, truffle parmesan fries, regular fries, and fried cheese balls.

The lasagna was not good at all. I think I was the only one hungry enough to begrudgingly finish my serving while everyone else barely ate half of theirs. The fries and cheese balls were very good, the highlight of our meal to be honest. The drinks were small for the price but my mocktail was pretty good.

The cheesecakes were a whole other song and dance. Before we were served our mains, our server came back to let us know they were all out of strawberry cheesecake and they would get us blueberry cheesecake instead at no extra charge. That comment rubbed us the wrong way as it was not our fault the venue ran out of what we had pre-ordered so many weeks prior. She came back again to state that they no longer had blueberry cheesecake and only had chocolate, Oreo, and vegan left. We agreed to one Oreo and one vegan in lieu of the strawberry initially ordered.

We did ask for some of our sides to be discounted since they didn’t have the cheesecake we pre-ordered and they just kept stating that we were already getting it for free. We didn’t push for it further as we had read the reviews that the cheesecakes were so good. Disappointment doesn’t even begin to describe our feelings as we all dug into the cheesecakes. The vegan slice, as one of my friends described it, tasted like candle wax. The rest were completely and utterly warm, almost inedible. After a couple of bites, we either left our slice or packed it to go (my hope to salvage mine after it was refrigerated worked but wasn’t worth it).

The additional costs for the sides and drinks totaled $100 before the enforced gratuity ($50, about 20% of our total costs) that was not included in our ticket purchase.

We did ask the staff to help us take group pictures, which they seem to be annoyed to do. I asked one staff member to take a picture of me by the poster only to have him zoom in on me. Defeats the entire purpose of pictures with the poster but I digress. The group pictures by the poster came out much better. We then as gals took turns taking pictures of each other rather than ask the annoyed staff. Isn’t the picture taking a huge part of the experience? I did get a $30 puzzle before having the doors slammed locked behind us when we walked out.

As I told the social media team who has yet to respond to me that our experience was lackluster. For the price we paid we expected an experience, good food, and a staff friendly enough to not see us as a chore. The Golden Girls Kitchen is indeed overhyped and underdelivered. Maybe something happened in the hours prior to our visit, I don’t know. I just can’t find any justification for our mediocre experience.

Luckily, my gals and I always make the best of our time together and for that I am grateful. Thank you for being a friend!

When mom gets a new sweeper, she also gets very annoying! 😾

Video of the Day

Yesterday’s attempt at social distancing.

Yes, we have a Shelter in Place. No, it doesn’t mean we lock ourselves up in our homes. Yes, many of us are working from home. No, it doesn’t mean we are on vacation.

Please be responsible, this isn’t just about you, Felicia. #JustSaying

I Jumped Off a Plane, Willingly!

Under the sun but above the clouds. Floating with the wind until your feet touches the softest patch of grass. The entire experience of it all, from beginning to end is absolutely surreal even as I write this rant.

Who hasn’t put skydiving on their bucket list? Who hasn’t thought about it a few times but never really motivated? That was me. I’ve always wanted to go but never really motivated until my brother’s birthday came up. He wanted to do something wild and skydiving was one thing my siblings and I said, “let’s do it!”

Lots of anticipation, excitement, fear, and anxiety builds up between the three of us until we got on that plane. I can’t imagine going up 13,000 feet without those two with me, let alone jumping before me. Totally not jumped in the order we planned, I’m a good big sister, I swear. But before processing my brother’s over the shoulder look or my sister’s scream, I looked down -yikes!- and willingly jumped off the plane!

A few seconds of disorientation before I’m synced, remembering the instructions told to us just a few minutes ago. Part of which is spreading your arms when you get tapped since you’ve got to hold the harness for the jump. I catch Brad, my flying camera dude, in my sights. With fists in the air, I scream, “Oh my God!”

The hardest part for me was the parachute pull, it’s a backwards jolt that caught me by surprise. Think of it as a hard break while driving 120 miles per hour. Again, it takes me a few seconds before I’m synced and I’m literally just floating. My tandem dude, Toshi, makes sure I’m good and comfortable before maneuvering the parachute to allow me a 360 degree view of my surroundings.

The Bay Area can fit in my hands. Mount Diablo, the highest mountain in California, is just a mole. The entire world below is so small, but oh so beautiful. Our planet is beautiful, peeps. In that moment, there was a sense of peace all over me. By the grace of God, I breathed in the cool air breeze, I couldn’t close my eyes, I spread my arms as if they were wings and had to be conscious enough not to kick poor Toshi. Ha!

Before I knew it, we were slowly descending towards our landing point. My short self finally got to shout, “look out below!” as we landed on a soft patch of grass. Brad came up to me to capture my thoughts. “That was fucking awesome!” was my first response. Did I just fly? Did I just land? Wasn’t I just on a plane? Oh my God, I jumped off a plane!

Before you go on your first skydiving adventure, please do your research. Note that you will be signing waivers because you are taking a risk when you go skydiving. My experience may not have been what I expected, may not have been perfect but at the end of the day, when you go with a good crew, your experience is all the more better. We went with Bay Area Skydiving in Byron, California. Per our research, they’ve been flying for over 25 years so it made sense to go with them for our first jump. While there is room for improvement, the team deserves props because they actually enjoy what they do and share in that excitement of flying with us rookies.

I’ve officially crossed “Skydiving” off my bucket list!! Have you? Share your thoughts with me in the comments below or via Twitter.

World Hijab Day

Hijab (he-jabhe-gab is also acceptable).

I see it as my crown, my superhero cap, my microphone. A few years ago, I ranted about my personal thoughts regarding hijab, stating:

“I made this decision on my own at a young age when I learned the basic Islamic guidelines of hijab. So of course, there was a few times where I’ve checked the rear view mirror, reevaluated my decision and came to the realization that hijab was a part of who I am. So much so, that taking it off would not allow me to be myself. Hijab was not a fashion statement of mine -although I am quite fashionable thank you very much- but it’s a part of who I am as a Muslimah, a part of who I am as a person.”


Two Thirds of My Life, Worn Proudly – 31 August 2013

That sentiment still rings true for me today, on World Hijab Day. As I love my hijab so very much, allow me to bless you with a few of my rocking hijab looks, from as recent as my birthday just a few weeks ago and going back a few years, way back.

And please, if you have questions about hijab, don’t hesitate to ask me. If you need a hijab, I got you, sista! (and so will my boutique very soon, Insha’Allah.)