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A few of my (new) favorite things

Trying something new is the spice of life.  Heck - no spice no life.

So this weekend I got to explore a few new things.  And I must say I hit four for four on it.

I like to take transit into the city to check out spots to take pictures. SF can offer that if you have the patience and temperament for it.

China town in the heart of the city bordering the financial district gives an opportunity to photograph a civilization calling another continent their home.  One of the larger expat communities of Chinese, the SF locale is bustling with fruit and veg vendors along with smells of fresh dim sum. 

This picture is of the edge of the financial district showing the now for sale Transamerica pyramid.  I traveled a new Muni Route and got rewarded for it.


Sharp lines in the building hardware are broken by smiling 20 year old mural hiding in the shadows as I snapped it traveling down Stockton Street that runs south from North beach.

Then it was back in my hood to chow down some of my favorite food. Vietnamese cuisine.  This time we tried Banh Khot along with the sweet coffee and Bahn Mi.  It reminded me of India's street food (as this is to the streets of Saigon) called Gol gappa or Pani Puri.  Except here it is more like half a puri.  Delish to the last morsel.



Banh Khot loosely translates to rice cakes as they are made of rice flour topped with fresh scallions and shrimp and some sweet dipping sauce.  I added chilli sauce to enhance its flavor.  Yum.

Post prandial we headed to the local library to get some good reads.  I stumbled on my favorite subject - investigating god.  Or the existence or lack thereof.  As the old adage goes - Absence of evidence is not evidence of absence. 



Author Amir Aczel (new to me) makes some rather bold commentary in this publication.  As I read I got a hankering to try the pilsner that I had picked up at Trader Joe's earlier.

A light pilsner.  Another new to me brand, this one is called Warsteiner -from central Germany - is quite hoppy to make me happy.





A chilled bottle of bottom fermented goodness and perfection, it helped me absorb the complicated truths of whether god exists.


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