Thursday night my cousin, Rebecca (the cuz or just cuz), her husband (the doc, or just doc) and I met at a new Marin restaurant, "L'appart". It had been on my list and since we were unable to get together last week due to unfortunate and unforeseen circumstances, we rescheduled for Th night. Perhaps if this restaurant were located in Southern Cal or Arizona or Florida, the idea of maximum outdoor seating vs minimum indoor seating would be a good idea. On a cold June night in the Bay Area, it wasn't such a good idea. When the cuz sat down and the waiter said, "good evening", the response was, "I'm cold". After a little back and forth on why they couldn't wheel one of their unused heat lamps over to our table, we were moved to one closer to a heat lamp. It helped, but it wasn't optimal.
Once we got to the food though, it was terrific. We started with a fois gras appetizer with marinated strawberries. I ordered the mussels and the cuz had the duck. The duck was cooked perfectly - not gamey, with just enough fat-YUM. Joe, the doc, had steak. We didn't end up with dessert because I needed to dash into the city to catch john's non Wicked gig at The Boom Boom Room, playing a birthday tribute to Jeff Beck. Luckily I had had a cup of Joe (not the doc) so I was raring and ready to go. I met up with a friend Michael Hatfield (Mikey Luv of the Buddy Luv band), Diana and Harvey. Around midnight, Diana made a comment that she was surprised I was still there - "AACK!" I panicked realizing the time. I had to be in the city early to present to the President of my division, so I hit the road.
FRIDAY
I got home and threw the bike rack and bike on the car and drove to Kate's. She was going to take me on a real ride. We drove up to Skyline Blvd, parked and started riding up hill. She kept insisting that most of the road was flat and the hardest part was the begining. Clearly she's never looked at a topo map before. I realized after huffing and puffing my way up the hill, after every up, there is a down, which is fine except that only means you gotta ride back up where you just came flying down. She kept telling me it was "flat". Sure, flat at a 10% incline - I never touched my pedals - until I had to pedal back up that damn "flat" hill.
Okay, so that's a lot of whining. It was a great, beautiful ride through the redwoods, but I'm going to curse her tomorrow when I can't walk. Now - I'm going to do something different and go collapse on the couch!
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Friday, June 25, 2010
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Flour+Water
The Chronicle Top 100 restaurant list included a new-ish restaurant, Flour+Water. Knowing that my dear foodie friends, Robyn, Susan & Chris would jump at an opportunity to try some place new and fabulous, I made reservations. It's what "we" do best. "We", as in birthday girls (and J.A.P.s) are experts. Fortunately, for this is a "hot", new restaurant, I was able to book something for this night.
Normally I'd take public transport, but not today-like a real city-girl I hopped a Yellow Cab and enjoyed the Urdu radio station - a little "Bollywood-like" music (there must be a better expression) blaring.
Being my birth-Day, and wanting to try something new, I opted for the halibut cheeks. Ok, I hear the moans and groans coming loud and clear through the speakers. But wait! They were delicious! They had the texture of a scallop and they were crispy on the outside, and flakey, and buttery. I then had a thin, house-made spinach pasta with clams and mussels, and then I shared a chocolate budino.
To sum up the experience, visualize this: me, at the computer, typing, shirt untucked, pants unzipped, slouched down really, really low. I'm pressing "Publish Post"now, but I may never get up from this seat again...
Normally I'd take public transport, but not today-like a real city-girl I hopped a Yellow Cab and enjoyed the Urdu radio station - a little "Bollywood-like" music (there must be a better expression) blaring.
Being my birth-Day, and wanting to try something new, I opted for the halibut cheeks. Ok, I hear the moans and groans coming loud and clear through the speakers. But wait! They were delicious! They had the texture of a scallop and they were crispy on the outside, and flakey, and buttery. I then had a thin, house-made spinach pasta with clams and mussels, and then I shared a chocolate budino.
To sum up the experience, visualize this: me, at the computer, typing, shirt untucked, pants unzipped, slouched down really, really low. I'm pressing "Publish Post"now, but I may never get up from this seat again...
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Crawl before Walk
The first Thu
rsday in SF is the Art Crawl. Galleries stay open late to allow for post-work cultural enjoyment. In the golden years during the dot com boom, before the great evil also know as the Bush era, galleries would offer wine and cheese. Perhaps their motto was, "the more you drink, the cheaper we seem" or something like that. However, today, on a budget that allowed for plastic cups and tap water, nary a wallet was opened in my little gang of four at 49 Geary.
I was actually inspired by three pieces - one was a painting of
strange creatures with, "Fuck Yeah" and a little abstract piece mounted to the frame that indicated it was a daily mantra--kitchy, but funky.
The next piece was a "painting" made of globs of oil paint which gave the appearance of a shag rug. It had a strange textural element to it and I couldn't help but think, "how long did it take that damn thing to dry?" Inquiring minds want to know.
The third and final piece was near and dear to my heart - a slightly juvenile horse painted inside of a mixed media frame.
There was nothing I could live without, but I enjoyed the experience with my friends and it was a cool little "hang" post work that required no big commitment, and no money.
Life Changing: 1 (no) Fun: 4 (last night was better) Easy to implement: 1 (word of mouth) Worthy of repetition: 5 (cheap entertainment) Try This: 4 (if you like art) Cost: 1 (FREE)
rsday in SF is the Art Crawl. Galleries stay open late to allow for post-work cultural enjoyment. In the golden years during the dot com boom, before the great evil also know as the Bush era, galleries would offer wine and cheese. Perhaps their motto was, "the more you drink, the cheaper we seem" or something like that. However, today, on a budget that allowed for plastic cups and tap water, nary a wallet was opened in my little gang of four at 49 Geary.I was actually inspired by three pieces - one was a painting of
strange creatures with, "Fuck Yeah" and a little abstract piece mounted to the frame that indicated it was a daily mantra--kitchy, but funky.The next piece was a "painting" made of globs of oil paint which gave the appearance of a shag rug. It had a strange textural element to it and I couldn't help but think, "how long did it take that damn thing to dry?" Inquiring minds want to know.
The third and final piece was near and dear to my heart - a slightly juvenile horse painted inside of a mixed media frame.
There was nothing I could live without, but I enjoyed the experience with my friends and it was a cool little "hang" post work that required no big commitment, and no money.
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