Good Eats in San Francisco

I’m sitting in my hotel room in San Francisco writing this. The internet is $4.95 per day, so I’ll have to type this in Word for now, and just post it later.

I haven’t been here since September, and let me say, I’ve missed it and I didn’t even know it. Like New York City, but in a completely different way, there’s just something about it. Maybe it’s just the whole urban living type thing. The smell of urine, people begging for money, public transportation…you just can’t beat it.

But seriously, it’s just a blast to be staying in a nice hotel that I’m not paying for and to be able to step outside the front door and be within blocks of things to do. And now that I’ve been here before, we hop on the subway from the airport and don’t have to think twice about what we’re doing or where we’re going.

Tonight I went back to the best food court I’ve been to in my life. It’s just a higher class food court or something. No fast food joints, but Italian, Mexican, seafood, Japanese, Korean BBQ, Gourmet Thai, burgers, gelato, a cream puff place called the Beard Papa or something. Yes, Beard.…Amaaazing! I was walking down the street eating this thing out of the bag sort of, trying to make sure a bum didn’t see me porking in front of him/her, and the cream was dripping all over my hands and on my face. Good thing it was dark, although I’m not sure that mattered. It was so good, though.

So while we had some down time before dinner, I decided to hit up a couple of these spots beforehand so I made sure to get them in. Last time I was here I didn’t get any gelato, so yeah, I went. I had my dessert before my dinner and I loved it. Then I had a chocolate covered éclair with vanilla cream in the middle. Holy cow. Mmm.

I’m wondering if I’ll run into the homeless guy who rapped for me last time. We talked for 20-30 minutes and he told me he could rap about any topic, so I challenged him, and he did, and it wasn’t half bad. He had a pretty good story and everything, he was a newly homeless guy; his clothes were still clean and he didn’t smell or look scruffy or anything. Heck, he may have been hustling me, but anyways… I had some extra per diem left over for the week, so I gave him a little more than most people probably do. Point is…if he runs into me this week he’ll probably remember me as the sucker who bought into his crap and will try and hit me up again.

Either that or his story was true and the temp job worked out into a permanent job and he turned things around, thanks in part to my contribution. I’d like to think so.

In other news, when I was in the bathroom stall in between the gelato and the éclair, this guy comes into the stall next to me and is talking on his cell phone. He proceeds to give the person on the other line his cell phone number, so I’m sitting there (sorry if this is TMI), with my cell out already, playing pinball, and so I punch in his number. I hit dial. He says to the person he’s talking to, “hold on, I have another call…Hello? (Silence) HELLO??...Hey, sorry man, they hung up on me..” and I’m there trying not to laugh.

I didn’t really do that. I entered the number into my phone, but couldn’t go through with it. Maybe next time.