now that i’m at least kinda/sorta set up, i might as well continue.
- my iPod touch is 1337. 1337 i say!
- there’s a thai restaurant at world’s end [48th & lincoln] called sri. it isn’t bad.
- creole food does exist on the peninsula, albeit on a barren stretch of el camino & holly in the form of CreoLa
- the best thing to do on a late night in san jose? hookah. and when everything closes at midnight, just bust out the iPhone.
- my apologies to the Ho family for identifying their daughter as “Kristi Yama-Motherfuckin’-Guchi,” but an opportunity to do so comes up as often as a septuple-lutz. i had to take it.
so, january 2009 has been interesting so far. me and the family started it off with a huge meal in half moon bay, but of course we focused on the baby. plenty of food and picture opportunities, from getting her to walk to enjoying a good ton of bread pudding and such.
it was also time to celebrate claire’s 6th month, so we went to buca di beppo and took care of that over copious amounts of italian food.
since the following week had local temperatures in the 70s, i went for a long hike from my apartment in the richmond district, through golden gate park to the beach and down to the end of judah.
such weather is usually unheard of, but i guess global warming does have an upside. the downside, though was getting on the far end of the N-Judah line down my boulevard of broken dreams and missing my stops.
doctor rob made his last appearance in san francisco before heading back to dominica, so we met on a random night at encore, sung a bit, and had several fresh apple fritters at bob’s shagtastic house of donuts. epic? yes.
that week, manolo also happened to turn 30, so me and the stanford intermediate ICU crew went to maggiano’s at santana row for the unlmited [yes, folks, unlimited] portions of italian food.
[note to self: maggiano's is a little more upscale than buca]
i’d have to say that the appetizers were the best part, probably because they were all breaded and fried, or contained bacon. the dessert was also good, but everyone was in too much of a rush to get their drink on so we couldnt hang around and have five or six plates of tiramisu.
we ended up at vbar at the hotel valencia, letting the birthday boy have his fun and meeting a very interesting family.
the next sunday we celebrated my parents’ joint birthdays over at cliffhouse, with popovers and french toast and the usual view of the ocean. and the baby.
we also saw some examples of very good parenting and very, very bad parenting. don’t make your kids eat food directly off the table; they’re human after all, aren’t they?
the next week eric gathered everyone over at underdogs’ on irving for taco tuesday, which provided cheap buckets of tecate [which really isn't bad, if you think about it] and bachos worth busting a diet over.
the basketball machine did remind me of their former division-1-playing friend destroying everyone in the group a few years ago, but i digress. either way, i hope jodie remembers this time.
guess that’s it for now, are we finally caught up? i hope so.
