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Today was fun: I went to SF to get my car evaluated at AAA diagnostics (I got a free coupon for earning "Diamond Dollars" on my AAA Visa) and so I had 2 hours to kill. I started walking up Pine St. from Hayes trying to find the new SF Library, but couldn't seem to find it. I kept walking. Then I noticed the small crowd in front of this elegantish building and went to see what's going on. It was the California Culinary Academy and there was a party inside! The guard didn't seem to notice me and so I glided in. Food was everywhere-chefs in the biggest white hats everywhere-younger chefs with medallions hanging on their necks-- aha! a commencement ceremony schedule left on a chair, people yammering, drinking wine, and ice sculptures towering in the middle. There were huge plate glass windows showcasing large kitchens with scurrying chefs, which were visible from the conference room. I started with a very nice glass of ‘93 Chateau Sovereign Cabernet and meandered the crowd. I commented at the appropriate moments what a wonderful occasion it was. I clinked glasses with one of the young graduates and congratulated him. Then I watched as one of the chef-instructors rolled sushi with salmon in front of me and offered it to me. I ate in a socially acceptable manner and didn't forget to dab my mouth with the little white napkin. About 8 or 9 pieces. Yum. Satisfied with that I went to the eye-popping dessert table and tried to decide just which type of chocolate cake I should try. mmmm. Then some coffee (not good because they added chicory), and finally, a chocolate bob-bon for the road. I glided back into the streets of San Francisco. December 1996 Webmaster: In order to stop email harvesting robots I'm using an image to display my address instead of text. This web site is 100% hand coded. Back to the top |