Friday, September 11, 2009

I never thought I could be a fanboy, until last Saturday

I'm going off topic with this post, it's not really about the pig.

I generally have pretty low self esteem. Laugh all you want but it's true. Like today, when the barista offered to make a drink for the next person in line, before I could speak, the fat guy in a jersey next to me piped up. I just sulked and waited for the barista to finish. So when Chris Consentino of Incanto threw a bone to us, I giggled. I blushed. I did everything a grown man should not do. I told him how great he was in the San Francisco's episode of No Reservation then I shamelessly asked him for an autograph. Just as I was about to shoot my hand out to shake his, he, perhaps sensing a potential stalker was getting too confident with his prey, turned and talked to my friend. Well, an autograph, some comped appetizers and drinks are way better than nothing.


Suggestions for where to eat in SF from the chef himself. Sorry buddy, while your food is two thumbs up, Humphry Solocombe is NOT better than Bi-Rite Creamery. Jesus Juice is not a superstar.




No comments:

Post a Comment