SF eating
Ventured into SF once again for our weekly (or bi-weekly) visit to satisfy the gastronome in us. Its funny that in my single days, the only reason i used to venture out to the CITY was for clubbing. We tried a french bistro in russian hill district called the Hyde park bistro . Parking was the usual party pooper.. it took us more than 45 minutes to find parking. The foods cheered us though.. i tried their platter of sea food while my wife tried the lamb sirloin dish.
I have almost finished the book i was reading.. George Orwell's classic 1984. Sometimes this blog reminds me the thrill of sharing my personal thoughts.. the same way Winston, the protagonist in 1984, feels when he first opens and writes in his diary:
From the age of uniformity, from the age of solitude, from the age of Big Brother, from the age of doublethink---greetings!
