The view from Bar Bocaiúva. I miss you, Bolinho de Carne. I miss you, Marta.

I went to the clothes store this morning to get some clothes for my new job.  New job.  My new job.  I picked out a bunch of shirts (I have to wear black shirts at my new job.  Kind of a bummer but at least I can grow that Dan Haggerty beard back) and walked into the dressing room to try them on.  The dressing room with it’s big fucking mirror.  I’ve always thought that you look prettier if you don’t look in mirrors but here I was, shirtless, looking …

Well, folks, I’m back in San Francisco, shifting and adjusting, breathing in the cold air and looking for work.  It’s been a dream to shuffle around town, have a glass of wine in the park and poke around my beloved city again.  But no one likes looking for work and in an exercise in Action I will be applying to nearly every single restaurant on Michael Bauer’s Top 100 Bay Area Restuarants.
I will say a few things without being too specific.  There are a ton of restaurants on this list …