Friday, June 27, 2008

Special of the day

L and I had brunch at Zazie yesteday morning; the first item listed on the check was somehow unexpected. "SF health care ordinance $2.00". Uh? What is this about?

It seems that the City of San Francisco passed a legislation which requires mid-sized businesses to provide their employees with health care coverage; some restaurants, rather than increasing their prices on the menu, have opted to explicitly charge their patrons with an add-on to the bill.
I actually don't have a problem with this. after all, most restaurant invoices do have a "Tax" section, and I have no idea what it covers, so knowing that my "tax dollars at work" are serving a good cause is somewhat satisfactory. However, I see the point of people who just go to the restaurant to have a decent meal and a good time, and would prefer a plain price increase, to being dragged into a politicized discussion.

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Sunday, June 22, 2008

Man legs (two)

Saturday, June 14, 2008

Where is the love?

In a city named after Saint Francis, patron of animals small and large, it was a bit odd to see this little dog waiting outside a pub on Valencia street.

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Sunday, June 8, 2008


Monday, June 2, 2008

Road trip

Two old friends of mine - let's call them Manu F. and Sylvain B. - came here for a few days.

No visit to the US would be complete without a road trip, so after some visiting of San Francisco, we hit the road last week-end. We had quite an itinerary: Yosemite on day one, crossing Death Valley on day two, finishing in Las Vegas. We saw snow and deers, giant trees, we saved our picnic from the bears, we got heat, we saw bikers, we went up and down - and we got zero cell phone reception in two days, it was absolutely amazing. Now I know two places where reception is worse than my apartment.
The itinerary

Yosemite park (California)

Zabriskie point, Death Valley (Nevada)

Sylvain B., superstar on the road

I was totally fried when we hit Vegas, figuratively and literally; by then I was a nice lobster-red color, courtesy of driving through the Death Valley in a convertible. Even though this was my third trip to Vegas, I have never gambled, and had vaguely decided to finally try out the roulette. It's something I have wanted to do for a long time: I always found it fascinating, for its James-Bond coolness, and its elegance and simplicity as a random number generation device. Anyways, first things first, we start with margaritas on the Strip, and half an hour later, I feel like I have been buried under a ton of bricks, so no roulette this time.
The next day, we split - my two friends driving further east, towards Grand Canyon, while I was driving back home through the central valley, which was quite counter-climactic, after the landscapes of the previous days. Coming back to San Francisco and its cool climate really felt like coming home - the only thing missing was L., who is still in Boston until the end of the week...