I love food photos on facebook as much as the next person. It's cool to see what other people are eating and even better to see what restaurants are serving up so I know whether to avoid them or immediately book a reservation. However, when a photo surfaces on facebook of some delectable dish from a new restaurant in the Mission in San Francisco, I can't help but feel resentful. I know eateries are constantly turning over in San Francisco, and especially in the Mission due to rapid gentrification. Yet, because I no longer live there, I feel some injustice has been done to be because the neighborhood has changed and will continue to change...like I want it to stay exactly as I had left it, in a moment in time when I still lived there, and that everything will be familiar the day I return.
One of my favorite memories of San Francisco is walking down Valencia street on a chilly SF night with a bag of italian groceries from Lucca in hand, past restaurants and cafes that look so cozy, lit up by warm light and conversation...people looking terribly frumpy yet distinctly refined SF at the same time. Sounds terribly trite right? It was one of the best times of my life and I never once took a single moment for granted there. I never wanted it to end, but I guess it'll all make sense later why it had to.
Many things in Madison are so distinctly Midwestern that people who have lived here their entire life have become so desensitized to things that seem so foreign to a Californian. For example, below is a Cold War era bomb shelter under the basement of a friend's home. A real bomb shelter!
I just finished my first round of exams and got together to celebrate over sushi. I was surprised to find high quality fish in Madison given there is NO FUCKING OCEAN ANYWHERE NEAR THIS PLACE!!..ahem...wow...I've got some pent up something or other. The nigiri at Muramoto was soooo good, the rolls, soso. I've found a new favorite fish, escolar, which tastes like buttered ocean, or oceaned butter....whichever you prefer...so rich and smooth.
It's all crispy air and colorful trees here in Madison. The fire engine red and bright yellow trees are pretty stunning, and it's fun to watch the same tree slowly change color from the window of my yoga studio as I am in a passive spinal twist position at the end of class. I guess I don't mind things changing here so much as I mind things changing in SF.
Looking forward to a relaxing weekend and breather in LA with friends and a special someone..






