Thursday, October 27, 2022


An article recently described a cheap lunch of porkchop, garlic fried rice, and a fried egg with the yolk still runny. Which the writer loved. Immensely. Shan't link, as the place already does booming business and is likely to be overrun by yuppies now, but it all sounded wonderful.

My own favourite places have all raised their prices a bit, which is understandable.

A quote from that laudatory article:

"Meyn shveybshif iz ful fun veyners! Min luftdümpetbüüdj as ful ma äil! Habakrap bilong me em i pulap long liklikpela snek bilong solwara!"

This exemplifies the struggle for a cheap working man's lunch in San Francisco.

I have no idea what I'm doing for lunch today.
A porkchop IS among the possibilities.
Years ago this was still a city for regular folks. Today, it's a playground for e-commerce yupsters. Hip restaurants and craft beer places litter many neighborhoods, food items are sold with certificates of provenance and curricula vitae showing that the tofu and precious little golden squashes were harvested in a humane fashion, and ethically sourced.

No. A real person wants something that lived stupendously, raged with feelings, died quick, and may be served with bottled sauces. Possibly with a fried egg on top.

Or any case can be fried with bacon fat.

A friend mentioned that he had recently dined on a bowl of yoghurt with raw garlic and a drizzle of balsamic vinegar. It was experimental, and he spent the next day farting.
It seems both earthy and effete. Positively Roman.

My bet is that now that he knows it can be done he will repeat the experiment.
He's unattached, and that kind of man.

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