How many pizzas I made at home since Friday: 2
How many restaurants I ate at in the past four days: 7
How much unnecessary window-shopping, which turned into regret and sadness in less than 20 minutes: $178
So much food to go over, so little time before Breaking Bad comes on. I am literally shaking in my jammies waiting for the next episode by the way. (No spoilers) I know I have been talking about it since it started back up in August, but I have never been so emotionally attached to a show like the last episode. Don’t mean to sound like a wuss, but it was hard for me to fall asleep after thinking about Walt went through last Sunday. Can someone e-mail me today so we can discuss this weeks episode along with what else you have on your mind?
Moving back in time, my roommate Taylor texted me on Friday and asked me if I wanted to make pizzas with her. Yes, please! She picked up the ingredients on the way home and we worked our magic.
It tasted just as good as it looks! Really easy to make by the way. Just lay the sauce and mozzarella cheese, bake for 10 minutes on 450° and lay the uncooked arugula and prosciutto on top. Took us literally 15 minutes and only had to wash two dishes, a knife and spoon.
Also, look what was waiting for me from Amazon when I got home.
Lisbon House just got a little more raunchy.
Saturday involved my usual morning shift at the ol’ Chiropractor’s office and a new addition I have been embracing these past few weeks: Mexican for linner (or dunch, depending on what kind of person you are).
La Taqueria, /the/ official taqueria of San Francisco, holds a special place in my heart. My dad, sister and I use to come here all the time when I was younger and I always remember the carnitas and agua de fresa whenever I drive by.
I don’t come here very often because there’s always a long line and it is a pretty expensive taqueria but so worth it at the right place and right time.
This picture was taken to make my sister extremely jealous. I sent her a selfie of me eating my taco and she texted me back, “Were you there? I hate you for that”. Clearly this gem of a restaurant is worth a little sibling angst. I will be sure to take her when she comes to SF for Thanksgiving. (Also Maykadeh, but that’s a story not due for another few months).
I ordered one chorizo and one carne asada taco. They filled me up to the point of wanting to throw up at any speed bump or pot hole on the way home. Worth it.
Played a whole game Cards Against Humanity on Saturday night with a few house members and friends. I do not think it’s appropriate to post what some of the real winning cards of the night were. Can I brag and say I won 2nd place? Yeah, baby.
Sunday started with a bit of morning yoga in the living room via Comcast On Demand. It did not go so well because the yoga teacher was really intense and had us doing things I didn’t know the human body could do. We wrapped it up quickly, showered up and headed to Noe Valley for brunch.
I never ate at Griddle Fresh, but I have heard good things about it and had to pick something up for school so we gave it a try. Brunch on a Sunday in San Francisco is no joke, meaning the good places (all 200+ of them) have about 1-2 hour wait in line. Sometimes it is fun but sometimes you just want to eat and not stare at the lucky people who are sitting down and pretend that you are the one enjoying the pancakes or benedict.
Being told there was a 30 minute wait=success, so we perused the menu and had our game plan set before we were seated.
Abby told me that the corn beef hash was the best thing ever, so I obliged. This was the 6-hour cooked corn beef hash with a wasabi aioli and home fries. I was full about half way in but forced myself to finish because I just wanted the flavor in my mouth.
Taylor ordered the bacon, spinach and tomato benedict with fried hash browns.
I had a bite and they were amazing. The picture below looks picture perfect, no? I’m a sucker for a runny yolk, I can eat it on almost everything.
We shared the Banana Mascarpone Soufflé Pancake. It was so fluffy and melted in my mouth. Perfect balance of salty and sweet if you ask me.
While waiting for my favorite Froyo place to open, we passed by a fair trade store and got suckered in by the kitchen supplies in the front. I fell in love with these wooden spoons and table clothes. Seriously spent a lot more than I should of. I suppose if they are fair trade than they are worth the extra money. Can’t be too mad for paying someone in Kenya what they deserve.
Yes, we ate Froyo after a whole stack of pancakes and plate of corn beef and potatoes. Don’t judge because you have not tried Easy Breezy yet.
Also can’t wait to do Tequila Loteria night. Abby, come over okay?
Does your city have a restaurant it is known for? Also, sorry for asking again but thoughts on Breaking Bad (NO SPOILERS!)?