Wow, what a great town. I’m staying at this crazy hotel which is full of hip-hop musicians and burned out friendly old sixties rejects. I’m smack between Chinatown and Union Square, in a kind of tiny French Quarter.
So far I’ve mostly just done walking and eating, both very satisfactory. Had a tremendous Italian meal in a sidewalk cafe on a sunny afternoon, which is about as close to Paradise as I can get. Also one very nice Chinese meal (prawns with walnuts!). Tomorrow it’s off to museums, specifically the Cartoon Art Museum which has a Gorey exhibit.
I ate at John’s Grill tonight, of Maltese Falcon fame. I had a big piece of cow and two martinis. I dunno how businessmen in the old days had a “three martini lunch” since a “two martini dinner” left me feeling as though I’d been under a hippo.
I went to a Scottish Imports Store and bought a bottle of good single malt whisky from a laid off former dot-com sysadmin today. “I specialized in startups,” he said mournfully as he wrapped up my purchase, “I should have diversified when I hit it big the first time with Marimba.”
All of a hippo, or just the nose?
OH WAIT THAT’S
Did you get your chops, baked potato, and sliced tomatoes?
As you suggest, that item was on the menu with its quote and attribution listed. I broke with tradition and had the peppercorn steak myself.
how long are you going to be in the city?
coming back down thursday
i’ve never been to the SW corner of the states… I must do so one of these days.
I keep hearing that the dotcommies ruined San Francisco, but it sounds like it’s healing itself nicely?