It’s been a fairly cold summer inside and out this year, but in  the past weeks things have warmed up slightly, albeit encased in drizzle.  I’m riding the 38-Geary out of the Tenderloin and away from Bus Station John’s frisky disc-y, the Tubesteak Connection where a gaggle of fuzzy men

I don’t normally go out for Italian food because I kind of have a thing about spending money on dishes it’s safe to say I could make at home for a third of the price, like pizza or spaghetti and meatballs.  On the other hand, as half of the blood