As far as I’m concerned it doesn’t get much better than Saturday Mornings in San Francisco. Every Saturday, Katie and I wake up ungodly early – regardless of whatever business we got into the previous evening – to go to the Farmer’s Market at the Ferry Plaza.
The market is home of Blue Bottle Coffee Co. and for those of you who are unfamiliar, Blue Bottle Coffee just so happens to be the nectar of the gods. It’s the shit dreams are made of. Mine at least. Anyway, to put it perspective people wait in line for about 30 minutes just to get a $2 cup of drip coffee, and it’s totally worth it. The remainder of our time at the market is occupied by weaving through the sea of people and practically being force feed every type fruit imaginable (peaches, plums, figs, pluots, ect.) Of course, we also make time to check out the gorgeous farm boys that sell the produce.
This week Katie also harassed about 10 people at the market for a photography project, which entailed not only taking their picture but acquiring their first and last names. Might as well get their social security numbers. Creepy. On that note, pictures will be posted soon.
Sunday night was pretty exciting for me. It was my first night on the floor on my own at the new restaurant I which I work, Town Hall. It feels like working at Mansur’s all over again, except they actually want to feed me a family meal and the people who work there actually know what’s going on and care to know. So, actually it’s not like working a Mansur’s at all.