So, my flight was delayed, meaning that I landed at 1am EST. (It was mostly filled with Europeans, which was odd…but I did have a wonderful convo with a nice Italian lady who was really into “cinema”.) Since we were going to head out early the next morning, the logical idea would have been to pack and go straight to bed. Instead we went directly to the Toronado Pub. One of the top beer joints in the USA, it was a perfect way to to start the trip. Grabbed two slices from Mythical Pizza next door (nothing really mythical about it…it was just pizza) and washed it down with a draught Pliny the Elder – nothing like an overly hoppy West Coast IPA to kick things off. (Andrew drank a Black Diamond Quad – also tasty. Did I mention yet how different this trip is already since Andrew is of age and we do not have to brown bag it?)
Then we took a drive down Lombard St and topped off the evening with a Ghirardelli frosty (thanks to the Schleifers). Then to bed.
Andrew made a perfect start-the-trip-right breakfast: omelets with Gorgonzola and some Frisco sourdough from Boudin. This morning we packed and then threw our stuff in the car and hit the road. Headed to set up base camp and then a day hike. In the car getting a tour of overcast, gloomy CA. (Em – make sure you pack a lot of warmer stuff…you’re gonna need it.)

It’s been a busy week, and one that not only kept me away from the market last Saturday, but also out of the kitchen. With The Thin Man playing at the 


I bought a bottle of Godiva Chocolate Liqueur six or so years ago after drinking a brilliant chocolate martini. The fact that I still have the same bottle should say everything about how I fared at recreating that drink. Not only could I not make it, but I found that I not find any drink that I enjoyed with the stuff. So, on the shelf it has rested. Until tonight.


