Dinner report

Spotted at the Macarena Grill on San Pablo: J, C, and C.

The menu:

Lots of free bread.

A bottomless jug of cheap table wine.

Calamari.

Three orders of pasta.

The review? Food enjoyed by all. So much so, in fact, that one of the diners managed to polish off his entire entree.

And it even came with free green mints at the end!

The only complaint? The old waiter's vaguely creepy ponytail.

Overheard during the fire alarm

"Why don't firemen ever show up at these things half-naked anymore?"

-Anonymous

Some of you may be wondering who I am...

but this is what I ate for breakfast this morning.  In fact, this is what I eat for breakfast every morning.  Perfection on a plate.

Also, bigne, I advertised your blog on my friend Nana's new myspace page.  She has a new blog too!!  It's myspace.com/thelittlethingsbynana

Ask to be her friend!

Stella. STELLLLLAAAA

Sad news on the home front. My beloved car, Stella, has been violated.


I went down to the garage to drive her to school only to find her front driver's side window completely smashed into pieces. Like this car:













Nothing was taken and the window will be replaced tomorrow. But poor beautiful Stella. However, a special thanks of gratitude goes out to one Marlon Brando - who picked me up to get duck tape, helped me tape a towel where the window once was, cleaned up the mounds of glass shards, and escorted me to Jack in the Box for a late lunch. Here's to you, Marlon Brando! And thanks for the beautiful flowers (my favorite kind, too!)

Food for thought

Why is the coffee at Strada so much better than the coffee at Zeb? Aren't they owned by the same people?

Skull and Crossbones on My Mug

Bhh and Maui Wowie are having coffee. There are no pastries to be seen for miles.

Pillaging, Plundering, and Treasure

The quesadillas at the B-school are quite awesome, in case any of you are looking to go south of the border in the "B to the Erkeley".
[Picture of quesadilla.]