Day 3, San Francisco

The flat tire from Day 2 kept me local this morning.  the day started with a trip to Walgreens looking for pseudo-tire irons.  rulers?  walked to Farm : Table on Post.  Had a great time there with Jamine last time i was in the bay.  They get their coffee from Verve Roasters.  my 8oz. americano was light and sweet.  Definitely a ristretto shot.  i enjoyed the Americano quite a bit.  it could have been the sun.  it could have been that it was my first coffee of the day.  nevertheless, i enjoyed it.

gotta love the Linea

what's with the red ink on white cup stamp?  an SF thing?

not a bad way to start the morning.  changed the tire with the rulers as tire irons, sweating like a stuck pig.  not pleasant.  started the coffee journey on bike.  i set out to the Mecca of San Francisco coffee, the original Blue Bottle Coffee Co.  sick concept, sick design, perhaps the best cup of drip coffee i've ever had.  

rolled up on a line.  garage.  sick.

simplistic.  linea, robur, mazzer major.  that's it.

i ordered espresso and a Three Africans Blend pourover.  the espresso was sweet!  no edge.  chocolate, but not heavy.  awesome.  hints of fruit, but chocolate was what i came away with...

The pourover was amazing.  no bitterness, no sharpness.  it was light in body by still had a syrupy smooth feel.  there was a little fruit but some cinnamon too.  this may have been the best cup of drip coffee i've ever had.  sat on a rock across the alley, in the sun, enjoying my coffee...simply sublime.

Back to Ritual on Valencia for a short americano after a trip to the bike shop.  boring.  tasted like coffee.  too much Beatles music.  definitely hipster.  

i told you.

This isn't coffee related, but i have a story to tell...on a recommendation from my friend Drew, and one Anthony Bourdain, i went to "That's It!" in the Mission.  i met my old-school homie, Ronnie for lunch.

I was instructed by Drew to order the Torta Cubano.  this place was a liquor store/corner store/woolworth style Mexican counter.  he ordered the Chicken Shwarma plate (no joke).  This Torta was Hawaiian in spirit.  it was so unbelievably freakin' grubbin.  Milanesa, hot dog, ham slice, chorizo, fried eggs, sour cream, and who knows what else.  it should have come with a pillow, antacid, and a plunger, but it was so worth it.  amazing.  let the pictures tell the rest of the story...

dang.

damn.

its like whoa!

stunned.

this torta is bangin.

and i was still hungry...for reals.