What do you do when a foggy, romantic city like San Francisco decides to put on its Tory Burch flats, slap on a layer of foundation and declare that it’s gone LA on you for a day?
You enjoy it. That’s what you do. Temps in San Francisco rarely, rarely edge above 70 and today, the sun was out in full-85-degree-blazing force. It was glorious. Everywhere the eye landed, skin was showing. It felt like the roaring beginning of summer. (Forecast says rain for the weekend, but whatever.)
So what do I do when San Francisco reminds me of my UCLA sorority days tanning out on the Back Porch at Chi O? I take my cat for a walk, that’s what I do.
That’s Miaosie. She’s a Siamese mix rescue kitty and you can read all about her over on my cat blog miaosie.com. She adores being out and about garnering pets from strangers.
But walking a cat wasn’t enough. I needed more sun, warmth and balmy breezes. M and I went to Nick’s for margaritas and Mexican.
I bought a coupon off Yelp months and months ago, but tonight was the perfect time to use it. I paid $10 for $20 worth of food and drink. It was my first time at Nick’s and the inside was as red as a whorehouse. The Giants v. Dodgers game was on (sad ending) and the place was pretty full.
The clientele must’ve been coming for the game because the food was mediocre. My corn/black bean salad with grilled fish was pretty good, but had about a thousand too many red onions in there. Maybe I’m just extra sensitive to onions, but I still have onion tongue and I hate it. Gross. M was disappointed with his burrito. I think he just wished he was at Super Taqueria in Fremont. 
M insisted on ordering this corn on the cob slathered in some weird cheesy creamy mixture. I didn’t like the outside very much, but the corn itself was delicious. I believe it’s called an elote. Regardless of the meh food and the Giants first loss, it was the perfect early summer night.
Here’s to many, many more!
xoxo,
Jenn
