On the surface, it’s the same. But basically,
“A routine is a series of actions done out of habit or necessity, while a ritual is a series of actions performed with intention and meaningful purpose”.
Today’s post is about “Routine”.
Being home means life is more routine than ritual. Usually, routine is, routine. Boring but necessary. Brush your teeth twice a day. Skin care, twice a day. Read the news with coffee. Wash the dishes before bed (so I have a clean kitchen the next morning). Take the trash out on trash day and roll the bins back inside the next morning before asshole dog owners dump their waste in the bins and claim they’re doing a service by dumping it in someone else’s bin instead of disposing of it in their trash bin or on the street. Not necessarily fun but things that need to be done.
Then there’s other routines. For example…every month, I have some blood work done because I had a kidney transplant 5 years ago. There are also biannual appointments with the kidney clinic. All routine and all like clockwork. And while I’m out there at the hospital for my blood draw, I always make it a point to have some pho bac for breakfast because there’s a good Vietnamese place nearby. Pho is traditionally a breakfast dish in Vietnam and pho bac is the northern variation, with a clear hearty broth and lean beef. Not too heavy and not too complicated. A nice meal to have after dealing with complicated things (like health care).

The place is called My Father’s Kitchen and he’s been open for at least 30 years. You can see him in the kitchen during the lunchtime rush. The pho and imperial rolls are good, as are the plates. The cafe sua dua is fine, but after having been in Vietnam a few months back, it seems like highway robbery to pay $5.00 for one of life’s basic necessities. And the world’s morning routine.
My Father’s Kitchen
1655 Divisadero Street
San Francisco, CA 94115
415-829-2610






















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