Ever have a drum circle barge in on you at work?
Fully major
The past four days were something busy—and ended with me shuffling down Midtown’s streets in my pajamas, achy legs and sore knees and thighs and all, waiting for my dog to poop on a not-as-chilly-as-usual Monday morning.
Sunday morning was three hours of basketball bookended by some serious bike riding in San Francisco. This explains the soreness. Two things learned: I have no post-up game and pulling hills on a one-speed is for suckers.
I tried two previously unfrequented Mexican joints this weekend: Farolito on Mission and Little Chihuahua on Divisadero. The former serves street-taqueria fare; about $4 for a burrito. Decent. Greasy. Heartburn-inducing. The latter is in a gentrified part of Western Addition (?) and is pricey, but the nacho plate is solid. The habanero salsa is a keeper.
I dig this photo by Amy Scott from the Sacramento Electronica Fest. You heard that the lines were down the street on Friday and Saturday. Good for Adam and Clay—and the musicians. I’ve been to plenty an empty-club electronica set.
When I arrived in San Francisco on Saturday night, my brother was nice enough to share a new cheese. He works at Falletti Foods on Divisadero and Oak and, I think, is the store’s cheese buyer. Anyway, Cowgirl Creamery’s Devil’s Gulch, is a cow-milk cheese, hard in the core, gooey in the mantle, and the rind is dressed in spicy pepper flakes. Real tasty. So, sure enough, local blogger Vanilla Garlic has a post, or “Cheese Profile” this weekend. Not like I was going to bust out some 1,000 words on a block o’ cheese.
Other local news:
United State is moving a few blocks away.
Chuck D lectures at Sac State on Thursday.
Sex & Weight has a new deejay night at Press.
Undercover Caterer has a comprehensive photo essay of the new shabu shabu joint on 16 Street.House Kitchen on Capitol and Fifth finally opened.
16th Street Cafe will take over the Javalounge’s old digs today.
And this got me cravin’ some fried fish.
