While waiting to be seated inside Weird Fish the other day, there was a whipper-snapper with skinny ass jeans and a trendy messenger bag, and he walked right in front of me straight to the back, wrote down his name +his party of 3. I though maybe he was getting food to go.
Nope.

Shortly after, I asked the waitress if there was a waiting list, I also mentioned I had been standing there for about 5-10 minutes (this place is tiny), and thought it was weird no one had acknowledged me but, assumed they were just busy.
She said something like:
“Our PROTOCOL is not to sit people down, we have no hostess, so you walk yourself up and the list is up there.” Signaling towards the back of the restaurant and with tremendous sass and highly-annoyed energy.
“Oh I see” I said.
Given that many times before, they have taken my name, phone number included, just in case I wanderlusted around the sidewalk. And I have enjoyed this place plenty, and many times before. I don’t judge upon one poorly mannered staf member, so on with the evening.

Easy. I’ll just take my business somewhere else.
No big deal, really.

So instead, my dinner partner and I went to La Oaxaqueña, where I can shoot the shit, no waiting lists required, talk to all of the staff, and even get some music from these well mannered gents, on the house, upon whatever I request because I know the lyrics to all of the songs they are playing. Now that is a PROTOCOL.

¿Cuál quieres, guapa?
¿Cuál quieres, guapa?

Music, Beans and Oaxacan cheese over some wannabe-fancy-mean waitress?
Anytime.

Oaxaqueña
Oaxaqueña
3 sopes
that was 3 sopes.

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Later that night, we ran into a bit more of a larger-scale, real weird fish in Potrero Hill.
Always a big sign that burning man is around the corner =)
woooot.

finding burning man
finding burning man
hooked
hooked
big fish
whaaaaaaaaaaaa
big fish
raaaaaaaaaRRRRR.
See why biking is good for you??!!!? – just look at those killer legs.
You go girlsssss

Monday, August 23rd
Weather: 85°
Time: 12:30AM.
Hot.

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