My love of all things Spanish ebbs and flows. Right now, on a scale of 1 to 10, I'm about a 6 on the language-learning but a big 9 on food. I've been to three Spanish places recently and each one had something outstanding. Overall, I like Picaro the best. It's in a neighborhood full of fun bars for some post-sangria imbibing, the restaurant is cute and the albondigas are out-of-this-world good.
Zarzuela, on the top of Russian Hill, has a small, adorable dining room and serves phenomenal chorizo. The sangria is smooth -- oustanding. And Alegrias in the Marina has the best patatas bravas I've ever had. And really good pork skewers. Like, amazingly good. Good enough to make you put up with being in (and getting to) the Marina.
Monday, April 30, 2007
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Weird Week
On Thursday I wound up riding BART for 20 minutes without realizing I was sitting right next to Ben. "I never run into people on BART!" I exclaimed when we finally spotted each other while getting off the train.
On Saturday I was at an ATM on Market St. when Greg slid next to me and tapped me on the shoulder. "So weird," I told him. "I just had another random encounter with a friend."
This morning I couldn't bear getting up at 8:30 (poor me, right?) so I slept in a half hour and took the later train. As I was reading Details I felt some asshole kick my foot. I looked up to give a deathglare and the asshole with the lovely Angelique, whom I met in November and hung out with a few times (including at PodcampWest, where this picture was taken) before she headed home to Puerto Rico. Turns out she's been living a mile from me in Berkeley for the past month. Yay!
On Saturday I was at an ATM on Market St. when Greg slid next to me and tapped me on the shoulder. "So weird," I told him. "I just had another random encounter with a friend."
This morning I couldn't bear getting up at 8:30 (poor me, right?) so I slept in a half hour and took the later train. As I was reading Details I felt some asshole kick my foot. I looked up to give a deathglare and the asshole with the lovely Angelique, whom I met in November and hung out with a few times (including at PodcampWest, where this picture was taken) before she headed home to Puerto Rico. Turns out she's been living a mile from me in Berkeley for the past month. Yay!
Monday, April 23, 2007
Friday, April 13, 2007
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Wednesday, April 4, 2007
Kelly Singing Breakaway 10 Feet in Front of Me
"Never Again," the first single from Kelly Clarkson's new CD, "My December" debuts a week from today.
RIGHT ON.
RIGHT ON.
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