Mr. Strega and I found ourselves in San Francisco last night (not exactly by accident, but as a result of dropping Prada off for the start of a new semester). The stores we wanted to visit--ArtFibers yarn and Brooks Brothers--were closed and so we decided to traipse through the city for whatever adventures we could find. It was a proper San Francisco night, to be sure, with fog blowing over the tops of the skyscrapers and scads of people roaming the sidewalks. We walked from Union Square to North Beach, and made reservations at The Stinking Rose, which I've never visited (it being a tiny bit of a tourist attraction).
We decided to
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