My Dinner with André:
When in San Francisco, Bill and I always stay at our favorite hotel on Divisadero Street in the Lower Haight. It's tiny by today's standards and I can easilly imagine a Dorothy Parker quote or two being conceived under its roof.
A short stroll from the hotel; the Castro is just up one hill and down another past lovingly restored Victorians, quaint shops and markets and the same, standing somewhere between fun & funky and derelict & dilapidated. No matter how many times I've taken that walk, this sight never fails to make me stop in awe.
On this particular night, my friend and fabulous host, André (AKA Andre Furlan) arrived at the hotel at 7:30. It was to be my last night before heading off the grid and into the wilderness while living at the Zen Monastery. André suggested dining at Catch on Market Street. Knowing I was going vegetarian the next day, I imagined this as "The Last Supper " so to speak. (despite of having a buttload of contraband beef jerky stashed in my luggage)
Dinner was absolutely scrumptious and I was so glad that my appetite had not betrayed me. I began with a perfect "dirty" martini, followed by the french onion soup which led to the seafood ravioli with sautéed spinach and lobster cream sauce. Oh yeah... There was yet another brownie sundae somewhere in there too.
This shot was taken while walking back with André... still in awe.
André, mon ami,
je vous remercie beaucoup pour votre hospitalité et la camaraderie. Ce fut une soirée que je n'oublierai jamais.