Hi lambs. I am making an honest effort to shart writing in TPSF everyday, rather than simply condensing the contents of my entire weekend into one massive Monday or Tuesday entry. Unfortunately at the moment I am experiencing extreme writer's block so I welcome any suggestions as to what topics you all want to hear about. I am eager to get this blog to the next level and actually roam the city in hopes of learning more about SF culture, people, restaurants and animals. So, if you give me suggestions it would help guide me in the right direction, and - as devoted readers of TPSF know I am severely directionally challenged (<-- click if you don't know) and need all the help I can get. Gimme some ideas of things to write about please!
|Blue Fog Market. no egg rolls, but it'll have to suffice|
|hungry fella? There ya go.|
|Can't sport these bad boys in these parts of SF unless you want LuLu Lemoners to gawk at you. And yes, I am aware my toes look like fingers. Don't shart with me!|
Ok, I'll shart this segment on Union Street with perhaps the most important place on it. PERRY'S. Great cocktails, great people, multi-functioning bread sticks (see below) and mediocre food. It's the place you go where you are certain to run into someone you know. So you better be on your A-game: you could run into Bart and he accepts nothing less than the breast. Just beware of their salads: Kristal found a worm in hers about 2 years back (whose life I saved! You're welcome, Inchy.)
|the breast server at Perry's|
|we are... about 6|
|the king of Perry's|
|the crown belonging to the King of Perry's|
|you're sure to do some great dog watching if you opt to sit outside of perry's|
Other places on Union:
It's fun to go here, hit on the mannequins and watch people's reactions: that's pretty much the coolest thing this place has to offer. otherwise: borrring.
|what's happening hot stuff|
|More like Marma-LIE|
|Don't be fooled by Marmalade's presentation|
|pretty colors but kind of fugly too|
|OSHiiit, I am disappointed by this place|
|HOME SWEET HOME|
Sometimes you wanna go where everybody knows your naaame and their always glad ya came. (That's what she said)
|sorry for the poor quality of my photo. is it too late to apologiiiiize?|
Next up, Spuntino. Never been here - I just always notice it because it looks like Buntino. Snap. (don't use the word snap)
I'm going to shart wrapping up with one of my favorite places in all the world - not just Union Street: Sephora. I know I sound like a total chafe but I love going in there and having my make-up done. There is something relaxing about it - and since I look like a clown when I do my own, I always appreciate the professionalism of the Sephora employees. Except when their breath stinks.
|need a touch up before a date with McGruber? Have at it...|
Si and Di are still out of commission from the hurricane: even though it happened nearly 5 days ago. I have a sneaking suspicion Di is milking this hurricane for all it's worth so she won't have to answer my calls and listen to me complain about how much my cowlick has been annoying me lately. In fact, the entire Bunting family has been hard to get ahold of lately. See below:
|surrrre, Diana. Call me back missy!!!!!!!!|
|Fenway Bunting: in the middle.|
Ok lambs. Have a lamberiffic day!!