Sometimes (ok, maybe more often than not) I really hate California.
I finished dinner around 19:40 (at Maki, on Balboa near 37th
in West SF). It took me a full 4 hours and 5 minutes to get
to my hotel in San Mateo.
For those of you who might ever conceivably eat at Maki, I
give it a D+ for presentation, and an A for freshness. The
rolls were all but impossible to eat, as they kept falling
apart, but I
ate what was probably the best tako that I've ever had. I'm
almost willing to make another trip just for that.
While I waited for a taxi (that never came), hiding under an
awning to escape the rain, three guys shuffled up in their
plastic rain gear and baggy jeans.
"Um, sir, uh, do you think you could please buy us four Old
This, to a guy who sometimes gets carded in Canada.
They must have been really desperate.