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looking at geese
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A new weekend routine:
- Wake up.
- Put on pants.
- Oysters.
Taken at Local’s Corner — literally just around the corner from my flat. Naice.
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Tourist in action at Contraband Coffee, Nob Hill.
(And psst, they make a really solid flat white.)
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Half-shell, un-shelled, marinated, de-veined, or still-in-the-shell. And always with a side of cocktail sauce.
(How can anyone focus with a view like that?)
Swan Oyster Depot. Seating starts at 11, so line up at 10:45. Cash only. And be patient.
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In theory, you could eat the cheeseburger and pizza separately.
Or roll it, lengthwise, into a hamburger-inside-a-pizza-burrito.
In theory, you could take off the buns, throw a little bit of the lettuce in the middle, and sandwich it with another bun. AND THEN roll it in a pizza.
But regardless — in theory, this is absolutely delicious.
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The kind of place where you keep saying “Dude. Dude! DUDE!” every 5 minutes with your mouth full of salad / pizza / dessert.
(P.S. Specials are truly special. Cash only. And get there early.)
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Birthday kitchen light at the house of LoPo.
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Open your windows, ‘cause spring wants in.
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No, this is not San Francisco.
Coava Roastery & Coffee Bar, Portland, OR.
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As I squeeze out every last bit of willpower in an effort to not use any pho puns, I am pleased to announce that last night’s first pho attempt was a souper duper success.
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