Yesterday we were coming back from grocery shopping when we saw dozens of motorcycle cops circling our street. Nick went over to ask a group of them what was going on and found out that Tony Blair was driving by (probably on his way to Fisherman's Wharf for a sourdough breadbowl of clam chowder). Coincidentally, Nick happened to be wearing his London sweatshirt, so we decided to stand around and see if we could catch a glimpse. If you're totally bored, you can watch a little video below of the incident.
I thought I saw the outline of a man and woman in the back seat of the limo, but was pretty disappointed that he didn't stop for a chat - especially considering the London sweatshirt - Tony didn't know that it was not worn just for him.
We went to the Farmer's Market yesterday morning (pre the almost Tony Blair sighting) with a former comScore colleague and friend of Nick's named Tal, and his wife Jean-Marie. After spending a few hours with them, it only confirmed my suspicion that San Franciscans take their food very seriously. Walking through the rows and rows of stalls with Jean-Marie and listening to the running commentary on all the dishes she'd made with the various ingredients - thai basil, dried chiles, fresh arugula, I was impressed...and hungry. She loves to make Indian food, one of my favorites, and promised to teach me. I love this city. After three hours and all of our cash, I had enough ingredients for us to eat really, really well this week. For dinner last night I made pasta with home made pesto (basil, toasted pine nuts, garlic, and olive oil) and an heirloom tomato and mozzarella salad. Yum.
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