Last night we met up with a coworker of Nick's in from Chicago and had dinner at a local South Beach area restaurant called Tres Agaves (self described "Mexican kitchen and tequila lounge"). For a Wednesday night it was absolutely packed with people. Just inside the entrance was a 10 foot tall squared off arch made with chicken wire and filled to the top with thousands and thousands of rocks. Um, very artistic. Our waiter was actually Mexican too, which I don't think I've ever seen at a Mexican restaurant in DC. In addition to the look and the accent, his knowledge about tequila gave him away. The tortilla chips he brought were homemade and had just enough salt, and the salsa was really delicious - two kinds, one sweet and one spicy. We ordered the Carnitas (slow roasted pork with Mexican oregano and chile), Camerones (shrimp with garlic, onions, and serrano chile), and the Tacos (2 chicken and 2 shrimp). Side dishes of beans, rice, and cabbage and mango slaw were served family style. The food was really excellent - the pork was so tender and flavorful and the shrimp were perfectly cooked, not dry at all. Washed down with Negro Modelo, and I was in heaven.
After dinner we noticed a room to the side full of pretty attractive young people standing around chatting and drinking. The sign on the door said "Welcome TransPerfect members and guests only." In a city like San Francisco, if you put the word "Trans" in front of anything, you're begging for questions. Upon close inspection, none of these people seemed to be pre or post operative anything, all the men had adams apples and the women looked appropriately feminine. We were perplexed. A Google search solved the mystery.
Tomorrow night we're going to do the walk through and get the keys to our new apartment which is very exciting. We also just heard word from the truck driver that our things will arrive next weekend. It seems we've really moved to San Francisco. Crazy.
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