On a scale of 1 to appalling, how bad is it to lick your thumb, press it in the crumbs from a delicious breakfast pastry and lick it, in full view of the general public at the local bakery. Yeah, I thought so. That’s why I didn’t do it although I really wanted to!

This past weekend, Mechen was out for a visit. It was awesome! I miss him so much and when he’s here, I can’t even believe that I get through my days without his (physical) presence. We do well with the phone and email, but I cannot wait until the long-distance days are behind us. Although it’s still a long ways off!
So, Mechen came in late on Friday. I saw the baseball game, had a hot dog (yay!) and cotton candy (YAY!) and saw a great fireworks show after the game. It was pretty awesome, although there’s no way you’d be able to tell by my iPhone photo. Damn shaky hands and smoky haze!
Saturday, Mechen and I went to the Mission for brunch. He ordered Papas Locos, an amazing mix of beans, crispy potatoes, avocado, egg, cheese, salsa. It ends up looking like a mess but it is so good! I got the French Toast, which is way more boring but we were splitting stuff and figured it was good to have a sweet carb-y dish and it was tasty!
We went to Coronado beach that day then went out to Bianco Rosso, a wine bar up the street in Hillcrest. Our waiter had the most RIDICULOUS Italian accent, to the point where we wondered if, really, was he just completely faking the funk. I had made reservations and when we arrived, we asked if we could wait for one of the two outdoor tables. The waiter promptly went outside and Mechen and I shot each other looks saying, “No, there’s no way he’s…”
He was. He kicked the people out from their table, “They have reeeeessserrrvations!” Granted, the girl had nothing in front of her and the guy had a bone-dry glass but We did not see that one coming, except maybe with a sense of vague impending doom.
But it was delicious. And well-priced! We only meant to get appetizers but the portions were huge! The mixed bruschetta was amazing- four large pieces including tomato/pesto, tomato, lightly marinated mozzarella/pesto and fontina/mushroom. The meat and cheese platter was a little less impressive only b/c I wasn’t a huge fan of the meats which were all sausage/salami variety, no prosciutto.
The next day, we had the best caramel soaked French Toast that was a combined effort. We made it the night before and Mechen dipped both sides of the bread in the caramel sauce. It totally elevated the dish. The bottom was a deliciously soft syrupy mouthful while the top had a crispy caramel glaze. Amazing! Later that day, we went to South Beach for some awesome-o fish tacos and delicious margaritas. Then we laid out on the beach for a little bit. Tons of SPF, never fear!
Monday, Mechen left in the afternoon…boo! We went to Bread and Cie for some pastries, which prompted the moral dilemma listed above. He made his flight and is now back in Norfolk safely. Happily, I get to see him in 1 and a half short weeks. Hooray for a business trip to DC!

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