This is my second morning in SF. One night in a dive motel concluded abruptly yesterday morning when P arrived earlier than expected. So much for the nasty bridge traffic. I love her to bits but a day at the kiddie park was not on the agenda. (mmhmm) The salsa crepe at Crepes on Cole and the owner haven’t changed a bit. Thanks for the gratis coffee to gogo.
Now I’m more comfy at an old girlfriend’s in Noe Valley. She’s in a sweet place–typical SF apartment in an old Victorian home–original wood moldings on the walls, archways, doorways. The bathroom is old fashioned with a pull chain to flush and two faucets–for hot and cold running in the sink. I practiced cutting down my shower time before leafing NY but likely will never ‘go native’ CA’ian in that regard. I enjoyed a good slumber and feel much better and relaxed today. Filming for Oshogatsu begins this afternoon, and hopefully goes smoothly.
About food of this trip. All my favourite post-college-grad-on-a serious budget spots are still here. Well, I had a moment of silence for a favourite taqueria at the corner of Valencia and 17th; the space is completely renovated and seams like a residential space now. I’m sure the declining population begs another Mission flat. Otherwise el Ballazo, Webe sushi, ti Couz, Kate’s kitchen, Pork store, Powell’s, Suppenküche are all presente! Ohh, how the food nostalgia is in full effect.
This morning though I’m craving a cafe con leche from a certain Dominican bakery on 180th street. Oh me oh my addictions! (sigh hmph).
Time to get going..
Addendum—I walked past Valencia and 17th during one of my few afternoons in SF. Seams they’ve overhauled the tacqueria into a swankier space. Nobody was there to ask what’s going in next.