This little gem on Post street is a must. I love open windows facing the sidewalks and minute spaces that somehow always manage to accomodate all patrons and foot traffic. On this occasion what drew me into farm:table on a super hot and sunny city day, was the gazpacho in their menu (the post it in the twitterlands on a daily basis).
It was a surprise to run into local artist and beautiful barista Jammie. When I walked in my eyes were attracted in light-speed quickness to this little dose of awesomeness sitting atop of the counter and I knew right away it was her work — then I looked down and there she is, working the magic machine that provides that delish liquid that I love so much.
My coordination was about 2 inches off and I spilled my iced americano. Good thing I have a sense of humor which the woman next to me did not have, but she also had an iPad on the table. Typical me, recking gadgets as if it was my job.
Last time I posted some photos from here was around thanksgiving time (last year’s post) and though I stop by more than a few times since then, but had not yet had a meal. I must say the gazpacho was pretty good and had lots of pepper and little chunks of avocado – which I really enjoyed. It was a good noon light lunch.
farm:table is on Post st. near Leavenworth and it carries Verve beans, from Santa Cruz.
tables y coffee spills y bikes. count me in.
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.
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.
Music, Beans and Oaxacan cheese over some wannabe-fancy-mean waitress?
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 =)
Monday, August 23rd
If you roam the city in the early mornings and anytime for no reason at all as much as I do, you will get to see the people that really live in the neighborhoods that you perhaps don’t visit much. As an extremely curious being, here are some shots from the Northside of the city: the Marina.
This below, is the view from inside the Plant Cafe Organic on Steiner street, formerly known as Lettüs.
Want the best veggie burger in town?, says I, go here. Worth the trip.
What would you like today?
I have seen beautiful granpas dressed to the nines. Going to a corner liquor shop and spending hours there.
Black/white photo on Greenwhich street, by Julie Michelle /tangobaby
William and I got to finally hang out outside bike shops and chat it up. We rode bikes. We drank some coffee at Matching Half and we climbed and descended some monster steep hills. All rewarded by the best veggie burger in town. Wanna know where it is? You must be a wanderluster and ride with me to the neighborhoods you probably visit least. Cheers.