Tasty
I spent the entire weekend eating, singing, eating, and then eating some more. Montana Monkey and I had some serious korean food on Friday. That's right--serious. Warding off bird flu is a serious matter. This was followed by Nobuko's excellent birthday dinner on Saturday. Yes, excellent--despite being in the Marina. Althought it was a Peruvian dinner, I feel I channeled the curative power of kimchi by talking about making kimchi. Being in San Francisco means dodging loads of hipster white people all the time, but the Marina has the heightened annoyance factor of being built on landfill. So I'm fighingt a constant fear of the Big Earthquake on liquid soil and then being stuck in some building with hipsters. Being Halloween weekend the hipsters were out in force--apparently they like to wear togas. Peoples, Halloween is not a frat party. Luckily, we soon fled to Jaguar on Telegraph to get our song on. There were no togas here--just lots of men w/gel in their hair. Mijoung pointed out " that's Jaguar w/3 syllables"--korean norebang all the way. Boyoung and I got our Mariah on and 2 hrs later...we got our Mariah on again.
I woke up this unexpected end of daylights savings time morning and scored an extra hour. It was a much needed hour to build up an appetite for Way Too Much Dim Sum. Then we were off to discover an excellent froggy meal at Chapeau. Mussels, duck confit, caramelized onion tart, and profiteroles. Rock on. Writing about my decadent weekend makes me want to fast for the next week, but it is the best holiday of the year tomorrow...big plans are in the works.
All this gluttony makes up for the fact that some asshole stole my NY Times this Saturday.