Too hot for Dolores Park
I burnt to a crisp on Sunday when Self Edge and friends went to picnic out at Dolores Park. Tons of crazy Obama donuts and freaky deeky clowns were in attendance. We went apeshit over some Miracle Fruit tablets and indulged in some witchcraft and sweet delights. It’s so fucking weird but lemon slices and honeydew tastes so good with this shit.
Schwartz’s Deli
$5.20 CAD for a smoked meat sandwich. Take that Katz!!!! The only bust is the mandatory $1.50 side order of pickle, but it tastes better than the hit-or-miss pickles they give you in NYC. The cherry soda is crazy too. Thanks for the recommendation Herman. Hope you didn’t get any mustard on your Dior.
Montréal picnics, cigarettes, and grass
Been spending the past weekend in Montréal with some of the lovely folks on Superfuture. There have been a lot of walking, expensive drinks, amazing food, cab fares, and pathetic French accents (by yours truly). We had a picnic today and ended up passed out on a lawn of grass. My first day off!
Taking pictures while lying down can be difficult, but as you can see I have mastered the art of not actually looking while taking photographs. Ugggggggh.
Mad (h)am, crazy sausage, duck pâté, stinky cheese, and hella baguette action. Someone smoked my last Iranian cigarette. Damn you Maxime!
Rehab in San Francisco (redux)
The things I’m missing out on at home right now…
Rehab in San Francisco III
The coup de grace of the trip was dinner at O Izakaya Lounge in Japantown. It’s a baseball themed bar and lounge with shared plates and lots of soju. We had a shit ton of food, and it was absolutely amazing.
We’re going to have to end the trip with a ridiculous series of plated delicacies. Nom nom nom.
Rehab in San Francisco II
Christopher Elbow makes really expensive chocolate. They also have a ridiculously nice bathroom. No, contrary to what you might believe, the seats are not made of chocolate. Continue on for more food…
A real Chinese dinner
Kiya and Demitra of Self Edge had dinner with my parents Thursday night in San Francisco. My parents took them to the Hong Kong Seafood Lounge and suprisingly Kiya was pleasantly surprised. I figured that since he lives in Millbrae and is all up in the Asian cuisine that he’d know a thing or two, but apparently he’s tried every damn Chinese spot in his area. He likes this stuff way better… including that princess chicken with ginger sauce!
Salt and pepper crab. Boom. Time.
Rehab in San Francisco I
The next few days will consist of photographs from this weekend. I went back to San Francisco for a few nights just to spend some time with family and enjoy what’s left of my college irresponsibility. I got wild stupid yo.
Jeremy (a.k.a. Sycamore No More) drove us around San Francisco for a bit. Even though he’s only 14, he’s a much safer driver than any of us. He took his driver’s exam and scored a perfect 100. Stopping at all the lights and shit. Shit.
First thing I did when I arrived Thursday was hit up the convenience store in North Beach before stopping by Al’s Attire. Steaz energy drink got me through the debacle of arriving at JFK 30 minutes before my flight and not having my check-in luggage come with me on the plane to SFO. After Al’s Attire, we were in search of a good lunch spot.
Kiya and I had been in talks of finding of the best cheeseburger. The first stop was one of the top restaurants in the country, Town Hall. After some really watered down drinks, we hit the epic burgertinistravaganza:
What seems like ketchup on that burger is actually a tomato that was skinned and grilled with salt and pepper. The result is a natural ketchup sauce from the tomato without the overpowering vinegar flavor of regular Heinz. It was hella boomtime.
Afterwards we went to Kiya’s place and finally took a few snaps of his ridiculous yo-yo collection:
That’s like $3,000 worth of yo-yos. He’s also guilty of having about nine pyros and a shit ton of his own Anti-Yo yo-yos.
More San Francisco shit when I finish the last bits of university this week.