#114: Visit Dad In Long Beach, CA.
Dad called me about 2 weeks ago on a random, sunny Tuesday afternoon and nonchalantly asked: Dad:: Lauren… are you sitting down? Me:: Uh oh, what’s happened? Who’s pregnant, tattooed or moving away? Or… did you buy another boat or set of golf clubs at a yard sale again? For about 6 seconds every time I hear my dad’s voice, I always fear really good news or really bad news. But then, the lightbulb goes off and…
#113: Experience Two SF Hallmarks: Dogs & Fog.
I read recently in my newly favorite urban newspaper, The Bold Italic, that cities are like an onion or an artichoke. “You have to peel back the layers to get to the good stuff. You have to peel back the tourist traps, the Starbucks, the chain staples – to discover the oddball visionaries, lesser-known histories and unconventional destination spots that arguably make up the meat of the city’s beloved urban heart.” I agree. You fall in love with a city because…
#109: Daily Love Affair With FroYo.
A little post-birthday treat, a little late night dessert, a little love affair with my favorite food, a little sweetness to end a cold San Francisco night.
#108: Build Your Own Salad At Pluto’s.
I spent a whole month walking past it and bottle-necking the sidewalk outside to peer inside and catch a glimpse of the salad pilings and space themed interior. Today, I finally decided to go into Pluto’s and see what all the fuss was about. What I found: The smallest of planets with the biggest of dinners. It’s true of what the sign says out front: Hungry portions for a hungry universe. Today I found was a salad construction zone stretching 4×8″…