First off, if you don't already know, I live in a six story apartment building. The good news is that I am on the top floor. The bad news is people like to go on the roof. Normally this wouldn't bother me, but last night the post college 20 and 30 year old ex fraternity/sorority members who live in the Marina decided to RUN around on the roof. Again, not the worst thing in the world, but add in the fact that I was trying to sleep and San Francisco is known for having earthquakes...well suffice it to say it sounded like the building was coming down. Good times. At least they ended the midnight track meet on the roof about thirty minutes later.
So today a few of us headed up to the Legion of Honor to view the Annie Leibovitz photography exhibit. That is where the lovely Medusa looking glass sculpture shown above was on display. As my partners in crime pointed out, the piece looks like it would fit right in at the Bellagio in Las Vegas.
After the museum we made our way across the city for brunch at Aperto. In case you were wondering, this is not when I am going to talk about my milkshake.
Back to Aperto. Have you ever been at a restaurant with family or friends and when the food arrives everyone else's food looks way better than what you ordered? Ya that's what happened today. My friend and I decided to order French Toast and Banana Walnut Pancakes to share. The other members of our group wanted savory so they got an omelet and a pasta dish. Seriously this beautiful omelet shows up garnished with fruit, foccocia bread, and potatoes. The pasta dish was a full bowl. And then the the waitress brought my plate...two small pancakes with this withered sad looking banana laying on top. There was more plate than food. Then she brought the French Toast to my friend. It contained two small slices of French Toast cut into four pieces. Not impressive at all.
I tried not to show my disappointment in my meal choice as I didn't want to spoil the brunch for my friends. I found myself continually trying to sneak a peak at my friends amazing omelet extravaganza without being obvious. It was at that point that I realized my food sharing partner with her French Toast was also eyeing the omelet. I could no longer hold back my disappointment. "Do you feel we got jipped on this one?" I asked. "Yeah!" she said. I felt validated that we both made the wrong meal choice. This lead our brunch mate to offer us some of her omelet. I declined and decided to make sure that dinner would be amazing!
And now for the milkshake...
So, have you been to Carls Jr. lately? They have a new milkshake/malt made with Captain Crunch. Why I thought this would be a tasty treat I have no clue. I ordered up my Captain Crunch milkshake eagerly anticipating the pure joy and satisfaction I would get from this fine new delicacy. It only took one sip to decide...hmmm...I don't really like soggy Captain Crunch bits swirled into ice cream. My new found dislike of Captain Crunch milkshake did not stop me from finishing it. In fact as I was walking down the street in a semi sugar comatose state a homeless man yelled "Hey, where's my milkshake?" I almost yelled back, "Trust me it's not worth it."
On that note, I must say bye for now.
The Song Of The Day: I Kissed A Girl by Katy Perry