None of my prior materialism prepared me for the subtle insanity that is homeownership. Dreaming of 18th c. herringbone hardwood floors.
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Squid hunting season opens soon: http://www.chow.com/grinder/5401 Thanks, @chadt!
Treasure Island Music Festival returns in September: http://www.treasureislandfestival.com/
Somehow I have been lured to more drinking after an 8+ course tasting menu with wine pairings. Lord.
Cyrus in Healdsburg. Having crazy cheese-related hallucinations.
Dinner 1: Omelette of pastured eggs, local bay shrimp, and spring onions from the onions in my pantry sprouting. Call it accidental gourmet.
Watching the rain from the Top of the Mark.
Feeling downtrodden. And Monday’s not even over yet.
Don’t know how I hadn’t given BAGeL Ted a good long listen yet, but…dayum, that’s good stuff. And that’s not just the absinthe talking…
A bit disturbed that “Knife Depot” considers me a strong enough potential customer to spam me so persistently.
Making reservations at restaurants that haven’t opened yet. I love living in the culinary future.
Happy Monday: the office is infested with mice. And they aren’t the kind with scroll wheels. They’re the kind that like peanut butter.
Sunburned on Bernal Hill.
Boo hoo. Flight of the Conchords show sold out in 10 minutes.
Fuck it. Time for absinthe.
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Newsflash: Palmetto restaurant set to close next week. More sad proof that cutting-edge restaurants have trouble surviving north of Market.
Somehow kberger.com has become the second hit when you Google “user experience jobs.” Pondering how to spend my newfound Google-love…
A: you should twitter that. B: I’m going to write it in a book and give it to my grandchildren.
Just finished an impromptu St. George Spirits tour. Nothing like absinthe in the sun with view of the city…
Doing my best 50’s dad: up before 8, eggs for breakfast, shirt and tie, off to the flea market. Er, except the last part. And it’s Sunday.
Wine note cliche #183: “bracing acidity.” Bracing for what?
Craving mackerel, settling for anchovies (braised with kale and potatoes).