A window has observed and absorbed us, observing and absorbing life through it.
× Monday morning, on Burrows /SF.
I really enjoy stopping by this small quiet four barrel in portola once every couple/or few of months — however, I highly dislike that it doesn’t have a restroom.
× moon me, home.
It makes its flirty bright rounds through the neighbors’ fire escape. It really feels like someone put a new streetlight back there. Sometimes dogs are also seen, cats, random raccoons, but mostly the moon. Humans, not so much.
× light roast, on Polk street /SF.
The light through Saint Frank’s coffee shop on Polk street this past Saturday. The day had been mostly overcast but the sun made an appearance for a bit. It’s been great weather lately, I love the rainy days.
× Toast to the thirties, on Polk street /SF.
Mi friend William made it over to the better decade side (30+). We had breakfast with lots of hashbrowns with cheese. This is at Toast on Polk y Sacramento streets. The dish is call Hasbrown Hill or something but I like to call it Big Mountain of hashbrowns w/extra aguacado* (*meliism english: avocado+ spanish: aguacate)
× Balkan band by the window, on California street /SF.
SF Grill is KT’s favorite place, and it is becoming mi fave place to tag along with her. Great staff. They celebrated their 4th anniversary last Saturday night with live Balkan band music. The small place was full of great characters. Everyone drank, talked, ate, hugged, danced all good things. We met new people from all walks of life, corners of the world and careers — our absolute favorite and the life of the party was Tito.
“A habit cannot be tossed out the window; it must be coaxed down the stairs a step at a time.”
× Mark Twain