Lynn and Mark passed through town this week en route to celebrate a friend's big birthday elsewhere.
Old friends are so comfortable, so easy to settle back in with. We took them on a drive along the northern perimeter of the city before dinner and watched the kite surfers off Chrissy Field, the dogs on Baker Beach and the view of the underside of the Golden Gate Bridge from Fort Point.
Dinner was at Lupa in Noe Valley. It's my favorite kind of restaurant: Roman-style food and a neighborhood joint, the kind of place Dave reminds me that we look for in our travels far and away. We ate a great meal and laughed over the contrasts between our children, aged similarly and gendered differently. Afterwards we window shopped along 24th Street and wondered about the people who dared to open a store just for pajamas or that only sells chocolate in keepsake tins.
The evening was over far too soon.
Kofta with Yogurt-Tahini Sauce
3 days ago