I’m a little late in recording my first meal –– being four weeks and many avocado burgers into California living already –– but walking by a shoddy-looking burger bar today made me think of that first glorious meal I had in San Francisco.
It was Wednesday, July 17th.
The mission was food.
I badly needed sustenance.
I was fresh off the East Coast boat and had NO idea where to go, what to eat or how much food really cost here.
Thankfully, I was in good foodie company.
My crash pad owners took me out for my first meal to a local dive-y burger joint.
Turns out, when it comes to San Francisco, foodies are king, the restaurant scene is expensive and the whole eating-dining-meal experience is like an expensive game of glass-piece chess.
You set up your board (get out your dining map), you strategize and review (you look at yelp, zomato or Zagat reviews basically), you make a plan (you order your anticipated meal), you make your first move (you take your first bite), you play the game (you dive in and devour), you make your final check mate move (you eat that last glorious bite because if you’re anything like me, you just can’t wait for leftovers), and you end it and thank your opponent (you wrap up and thank the chef).