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December 1-8, 2007
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| Saturday, December 8, 2007 permalink
We took our pal L. out for a cup of Joe (not it’s real name) at the Peets (it’s really called Peets) in the San Francisco Ferry Building and I gave my standard coffee name. The barista (not a real name of an American job) paused and said, “are you lying to me?” and I admitted that it was my coffee name. My internal monologue chimes in, “didn’t your training video say not to ask your customer if they were a liar?” After being stripped of my secret identity, I sauntered over to our table, removed the lid from my coffee and was horrified to discover that I’d been short-poured:
Chubby opened his and he was also given an underdose of caffeine. Our friend L. had wisely ordered an espresso drink and did not suffer from this indignity. A smaller portion of coffee may sound trivial to those who do not inhabit the land of caffeine fueled activities, but as with all drugs, the exchange of currency and product is done with a level of exactitude that greatly exceeds that of hand grenades and horseshoes (both of which would fit in this cup without the coffee overflowing from the displacement.) As I lamented that my Miami Vice aluminum briefcase was not filled with the agreed upon merchandise, Chubby said that they would probably be happy to top off my cup if I went back and asked, but due to my chemical deficiency enhanced irritation with the Ralph Nader of barista-vigilantes, I decided that it would be a wiser move to cut my losses and devise a more credible coffee name. -G
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| Friday, December 7, 2007 permalink
The sub-arctic temperatures meant that all the diners stayed bundled up in their jackets. We ordered at the counter and sat down at a table that had a bad draft. As we were getting up to try our luck at another table, a neighboring family said that they had tried to get away from the drafts too, but with no success. I asked an employee if the ceiling fans could be turned off and she said that they needed to remain on for proper air circulation. At least we knew that we wouldn’t get food poisoning from poor refrigeration… I requested my blue nose bass ($16.00):
... blue and they fished it off the stove in time to preserve its melodic bass line. A stewed combo of onions, peppers, olives, celery and tomato adorned this rustic preparation. The Caesar salad listed on the menu materialized as a mesclun and radish salad which was delivered by way of the Caesarian section. It did not induce any praise, but was a normal, healthy, baby lettuce salad. I appreciated the light hand in cooking the fish, but the sauce and sides didn’t make me want to adopt this into my rotation. Chubby got the calzone ($9.75):
... which was a homey, bread pocket of pre-cooked chopped pork, avocado, Jack and Cheddar cheeses and tomato sauce. It was what I think of as a turnover rather than a calzone due to the slices of avocado inside this pork mit. Upon reflection, Chubby thought that the burger might have been a superior selection, but to be fair, he did eat the whole ‘zone. Next time, we’ll order breakfast and a burger…on a warmer night.
Jimmy Bean’s
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| Thursday, December 6, 2007 permalink
The mango salad ($8.00):
... was a refreshing combo of ripe mango, iceberg lettuce, green and red onion, toasted walnuts and praw |
