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…
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.