So it’s officially started.  I’ve spent the past six days in San Diego doing the turkey shindig family thing, and I’m fucking stuffed.  I feel like a contestant on “The Biggest Gainer”.  The thing is, now that December is about to be here, it will be endless eating and drinking.

It almost sickens me how obsessed I am with food.  I almost want to make my friends submit me as a subject for “Intervention,” but I feel like that would be a little selfish.  Anyway, one of my favorite restaurants in San Francisco, which I save for special occasions, is

In college, a friend once told me he didn’t like soup.  Fortunately I cut that asshole out of my life, because who wants a friend who doesn’t like soup?  There’s so many different varieties and textures; you can serve it hot or cold; and what the heck do you slurp

Of course, this being the 4th of July holiday weekend, you know you’re about to go get pretty fucked up at least one of the days, whether you’re in the city, slutting it up in Vegas or houseboating like Gramps used to do in Shasta.  That’s why it’s pretty awesome