There are something like 800 (or some phenomenal number) new restaurants that start up in the Bay Area every year and fail. Luckily, some restaurants keep going. We went to Tra Vigne in St. Helena on Sunday and had house-made mozzarella that was still warm out of the oven and out of this world. The nutty, firm but creamy cheese was served with heirloom tomatoes. Then we had rabbit stew with fresh made tagliatelle –…
I’m still reeling from running into an acquaintance at the Huntington in San Francisco and asking about her baby, to which she replied, “Um, baby is now 17 and getting ready for college.” I hear people as they get older say they don’t feel like they have aged and they are surprised when they pass by a mirror and see the older version. Although I’m thoroughly enjoying being 49, I still can’t get over the…
T got me this great Obama tee in Berkeley and now I think I am going to wear it every day until Nov 4th.
The bayou was a sight for sore eyes. Someone carved one of the pumpkins on my porch while I was gone but mom doesn’t know who did it. There was an email that someone had lost their chicken (“She is a Dominique–black and white striped, with a red cone. She responds to Violet or Marigold”). A long exhale………
We had reservations at the Slanted Door yesterday for lunch, but they called and canceled at the last minute because they had a plumbing problem that closed the whole restaurant (bad timing for them since it’s Fleet Week, and for us, since we are here), and so we went to Mijita in the Ferry Building and got fish tacos instead (yummy), and after the drawing session, late last night we went to Thep Phanom for…
We headed to Kim’s studio for a drawing session of T. I sat quietly in the background observing this extraordinary woman drawing my beautiful and gorgeous lover against a backdrop of sumptuousness color, dramatic lighting, and vocals provided by Dean and Britta – a rare experience now indelible in my mind.
We strolled (read: huffed and puffed) up the Filbert Steps to Telegraph Hill to get a broad view of the bay and from there traversed familiar paths, familiar sites, familiar smells and yet most of the memories floated in the air like ghosts without any concrete emotion to pull them down to earth – Washington Square park, Coit Liquors, Columbus Avenue, raspberry rings in the window of Mara’s, negotiating Stockton at peak shopping time, Union…
Outside the window from the hotel is the blue blue bay and pelicans and seagulls and this morning the expansive farmer’s market that is unrivaled in most cities except maybe Venice and Istanbul – we went down to the bay and had our lattes and then I got a scrumptious piece of toasted Acme batard, with homemade cream cheese, smoked wild salmon, red red tomato and lavendar salt – BIG YUM. T got a cherry…
Last night, went to Foreign Cinema with a friend and sat outside under a heat lamp drinking delicious Zinfandel (Green and Red) and eating yummy food and soaking up fabulous conversation – ahhh, the pulchritude otra vez.
Met a friend for a cocktail who had just been to her Canine Freestyle class with her maltipoo – that’s right.