If someone complains to you that there’s nothing going on at any given second in SF, they’re lying. Hop on a bike and pick a direction — you’re bound to stumble onto something good. America’s Cup! The catamarans were incredibly powerful and majestic and although we had no idea what they were doing it certainly… Continue reading Playing Tourist
No Fried Butter Here: SF Street Food Festival
Ah, another year of delicious food come and gone and we’re back at San Francisco’s culinary mecca, where proud local chefs strut their stuff with portable deep fryers and super-sized tubs of spices, and success is measured in the length of the queue willing to wait for your showstopper. It’s the perfect venue to sample… Continue reading No Fried Butter Here: SF Street Food Festival
MC: Were you checking me out from The Summit?
w4m – San Francisco (mission district) I was walking north on Valencia early Friday afternoon, meandering home after gorging on Arizmendi pizza — bright tomato-red pants, scarf, carrying a bag of cookies for later. You were waiting to order at The Summit [aka 780 Cafe], half turned around to look outside, and I thought you… Continue reading MC: Were you checking me out from The Summit?
Play with your food!
I’ve never stopped being a kid, so “indulging your inner child” or other gratuitous excuses for adults doing fun things seem totally silly to me. Admittedly I haven’t had a mashed potato-throwing fight in a long time, but that doesn’t mean I don’t do cartwheels down the sidewalk, make a beeline for the stacks of… Continue reading Play with your food!
How’d we end up in Sausalito?
The best kinds of weekends are the ones that surprise you. Or maybe, more accurately, the ones in which you allow yourself to be surprised — when you put in a little impetus up front [take a different route home from work, say, or wander aimlessly through new neighborhood] and then let the currents carry… Continue reading How’d we end up in Sausalito?