There’s no Mission Street Food truck tonight. We’re revamping and reorganizing and (I’m) attending the Voice of Witness event at the Contemporary Jewish Museum.
I just had a constructive meeting with Anthony, though, and I’m flamboyantly jazzed for next week. He’ll have all the info available soon, but let it be known that awesome things are in the works. James the Hater be damned, MSF lives on.
Chris
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“I am too young to be here. Everyone is looking at me. This was a bad idea. I’m embarrassed about my cheap clothes.” —Colin Firth in Big Night 2: Bright Lights, Big Meatball
Two nights ago I went to an Estancia grass-fed beef tasting with Sasha and Jordan. What? What the hell is a beef tasting and when did I start going to beef tastings? Beef tasting, beef tasty, Biff Nasty, blip tassel.
The tasting was at El Raigon, a hidden Argentine steakhouse on the outskirts of San Francisco’s North Beach. The bar is draped in cowhide; the room we were in is draped in sanguine curtains; we were draped in a stone-fruity, dry Malbec pashmina. Jordan, between course three and four of the blip tassel turned to me and whispered, “I’m sort of drunk.” Me too, friend. (more…)
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