I used to think I understood seasons. Then I moved to San Francisco.
Yesterday was bright and warm, especially walking through the Mission and even in shorts and a tank top. This is early November, by the way.
I was on an outing to meet my friend, Nicole, whom I haven’t seen in ages as she has just begun a new job as an RN for Planned Parenthood. That’s right, I know fancy adults.
What started out as a desire to play Settlers of Catan in Dolores turned into a lunch date at Wise Sons Jewish Deli (because none of our other friends like us).
Wise Sons is pretty small and the reviews will make you believe that you will wait in line forever and never get a table.
We had no wait and got a table right away. Just another lesson to teach you that Yelp can’t be trusted, as it is mainly populated by idiots.
I had smoked trout on sourdough rye with a side of potato salad. Unsurprisingly, I like when things are prepared in traditional fashions like pickling, smoking, and preserving. It was an excellent sandwich.
Nicole had a beautiful, monstrous reuben. The thing is, we got so excited about our food that I only realized I should blog it about halfway through eating. Rookie move.
I was so eager to get back to my meal that I took this blurry photo of Nicole enjoying hers.
And afterwards, while we walked around on a pie expedition, I completely forgot to take pictures of her banana cream pie and my pumpkin pie at Mission Pie. That sentence had a lot of pie in it. I wish my life had a lot of pie in it.
But all was not lost, because Patrick and I went to Southern Pacific. I love this place.
I had my birthday party outside on the patio, they have a fantastic alcohol selection (including their own brews), and the best damn pork sandwich on Earth.
The bahn mi has a slow roasted pork base, kohlrabi slaw, pickled jalapenos and cucumbers, cilantro, and black garlic aioli on a crisp baguette. They also make great fries; but more importantly, they make their own amazing ketchup.
Patrick had a veggie burger that he smothered in housemade mustard. He agreed that my sandwich was delicious.
After dinner, we headed over to the Homestead for my friend Alx’s birthday. In the dark, strange private back room, we celebrated her birth and her tasty raw cashew and raspberry cake.
Alx has a difficult diet for which to cook, as she is both vegan and soy-free. Her boyfriend John, pictured above with said cake, is gluten-intolerant. This has led to her cooking blog My Asshole Diet.
Look at that: cross-referencing in food blogs. It’s like I’m going legitimate or something.