in search of... Lunch

I tried so hard to have a nice lunch today. I wanted to try this bbq place out in NOPA that I'd heard good things about. so after I left the office, I hopped on the 38 where I was crammed next to a woman wearing her own urine like it was channel no 5 and lurched down geary to divisadero. I then walked several blocks in the 58 degree gloom only to find that the light at the end of my tunnel, the bbq mecca I sought, was closed. as in not open. as in I just spent twenty minutes actively not throwing up to get to a bbq place that was closed.

ok. regroup.

the 24 was trugging down the hill, so I jumped on- worst case, I'd just take it home. best case, I'd get off at market and try los flamingos- a mexi/cuban place I'd also heard great things about it. so I got off and started looking for los flamingos. I found an amazingly quaint little 'hood right in the middle of all sorts of less than quaint 'hoods. treelined streets and adorable homes and storefronts. I was in the duboce triangle. I had died and gone to gay heaven and it was fabulous. unfortunately, los flamingos was also closed. what the fuck? I guess it was later than I thought.

well fine. I was out of options. I was also out of blood sugar which meant I was no longer capable of making decisions. so I just kept walking until I hit the tracks of the N. I got on. I got off at 9th and irving, thinking that here would be a myriad of lunch places and I'd just pick one and eat and go about my day. but with the draining of my blood sugar, my resolve was also gone. eating alone is not something I am good at, so trying to find a place that was both interesting and not intimidating was difficult. eventually I settled on a peasant pie at peasant pies. it wasn't bbq, but it was warm. and after wandering all over the city and freezing my ass off, I needed something warm.



next time, i'll check the hours...