Daphna's Defense
A few weeks ago, my brain-twin Daphna defended her dissertation. Yes, my peeps. Daphna is now DR. Daphna. Despite her horrific procrastination (I say this because I suffer from the same malady), she exited from the defense gracefully...and with zero revisions. Jealous? You should be.
A celebration was in order. Daphna, Marsha and I headed up to San Francisco on BART.

Where we sat next to this guy:

Check out his outfit. I mean, homeboy was accessorizing with VIALS OF GREEN COLORED LIQUID in his ears (click to enlarge). I really felt sad when I saw this guy because I realized I probably wouldn't see anyone of his ilk in Indiana. Oh, the nostalgia. What's a girl to do in a town where people don't wear green vials of liquid in their ears? Die?
We made a quick stop at my happy place, the Ferry Plaza Farmer's Market.

One of the many reasons why the Ferry Plaza is awesome is because it has a store with the tagline "Tasty Salted Pig Parts." My kind of store.

We stopped by Miette and bought some macarons with a lovely gift card from Anita.

Then, it was off to dinner at Delfina. The only other time I've ever been to Delfina was with Gayle and Erin, after Erin's successful dissertation defense. It's a great restaurant with awesome service...and AWESOME bread!
We had prosecco to celebrate, and started with the Crostini Misti: Chicken liver rustico, white bean-bottarga and fava bean-pecorino, which we all agreed was like heaven:

Then, we shared the Insalata di Campo, with bitter greens, pancetta, walnuts, Parmigiano and balsamic vinaigrette:

We then ate a trio of goodness: a lamb dish with peas (my least favorite dish of the three), the Strawberry Mountain Ranch hanger steak with fries (which were perfect, and what makes me happier than perfect fries?!), and a wonderful ravioli with pancetta, mint, and peas:

We ended with a chocolate souffle...and then decided a second dessert was in order at Bi-Rite Creamery, AKA the best ice cream in the world. All in all, a perfect night.
The next night, we celebrated some more with Daphna and Tara, who defended earlier that day. I'm still waiting to receive the pictures Daphna didn't post on Facebook (ahem), which may have been "questionable", "belligerent", and like maybe someone was trying to molest someone else. And like maybe that someone was Daphna, and that someone else was yours truly. Awesome.
A celebration was in order. Daphna, Marsha and I headed up to San Francisco on BART.
Where we sat next to this guy:
Check out his outfit. I mean, homeboy was accessorizing with VIALS OF GREEN COLORED LIQUID in his ears (click to enlarge). I really felt sad when I saw this guy because I realized I probably wouldn't see anyone of his ilk in Indiana. Oh, the nostalgia. What's a girl to do in a town where people don't wear green vials of liquid in their ears? Die?
We made a quick stop at my happy place, the Ferry Plaza Farmer's Market.
One of the many reasons why the Ferry Plaza is awesome is because it has a store with the tagline "Tasty Salted Pig Parts." My kind of store.
We stopped by Miette and bought some macarons with a lovely gift card from Anita.
Then, it was off to dinner at Delfina. The only other time I've ever been to Delfina was with Gayle and Erin, after Erin's successful dissertation defense. It's a great restaurant with awesome service...and AWESOME bread!
We had prosecco to celebrate, and started with the Crostini Misti: Chicken liver rustico, white bean-bottarga and fava bean-pecorino, which we all agreed was like heaven:
Then, we shared the Insalata di Campo, with bitter greens, pancetta, walnuts, Parmigiano and balsamic vinaigrette:
We then ate a trio of goodness: a lamb dish with peas (my least favorite dish of the three), the Strawberry Mountain Ranch hanger steak with fries (which were perfect, and what makes me happier than perfect fries?!), and a wonderful ravioli with pancetta, mint, and peas:
We ended with a chocolate souffle...and then decided a second dessert was in order at Bi-Rite Creamery, AKA the best ice cream in the world. All in all, a perfect night.
The next night, we celebrated some more with Daphna and Tara, who defended earlier that day. I'm still waiting to receive the pictures Daphna didn't post on Facebook (ahem), which may have been "questionable", "belligerent", and like maybe someone was trying to molest someone else. And like maybe that someone was Daphna, and that someone else was yours truly. Awesome.