fengshui and
schlafmanko and I went into SF today, for lunch and used bookstore browsing. We lunched at a famous old Italian deli that
fengshui and I had tried to go to last time he visited but which was at that point closed. Then we walked lots and went to two used bookstores, at one of which I got the Sandman companion and a bunch of Sue Grafton mysteries, and at the other of which I picked up such gems as "The Sign of the Seahorse" by Graeme Base, and both volumes of Julia Child in hardcover for only $25. Though that bookstore annoyed me by not taking cards, so I had to borrow money. Must learn to carry around checks with me. Oh, and we stopped at the very swish Ritz Carlton to ask directions. Large, grand hotels are so amazing.
There was also a street fair on Polk, and though we didn't go to much of it, we did stop several times at the stand that was giving out samples of POM. For those of you who haven't encountered this fine drink, it's just plain pomegranate juice (though you can get it mixed with other fruit juices if you like). It's gorgeous and sour and tasty and I fell in love with it over the summer in LA, so I'm glad to see that it's now making it's way up north.
Tonight we went to the Ethiopian restaurant near my house; tomorrow we're heading with
leech and hopefully
grimhild and
mrjonesandme into SF again for dim sum. Fun, fun.
People, go read my story. It's slash. It's NC-17. You
know you want to read it.