I love the idea of “Crocktober”! Those appliances really are useful, aren’t they? I just broke ours out last week for the first batch of chili in the new house. I didn’t have time to finish cooking it on the stove, so I poured it into the crockpot to finish up while everyone was gone for the evening. The only problem was that it didn’t all fit, so the cooking procedure as a whole ended up being a little ad hoc.
Inside the theatre
This past Saturday, Charles and I headed on up to San Francisco for the first time in a long while. I think he was last there when his parents visited, back in the spring. We were a bit concerned that the BART strike might have made the roads impassable and considered taking Caltrain up, but in the end, we were unwilling to add an extra hour on to our travel time and just took the car. And the roads were pretty much fine. We didn’t have any trouble parking, either, so thank goodness for that.
We got in about five, parked the same place we usually do – a few blocks off of Market Street – and tried dinner at a new burger place: Super Duper Burgers, which was quite good, similar to a Five Guys but more urban in feel. The burgers themselves reminded me of a place we used to go when we were kids, but for the life of me, I can’t figure out where. Maybe Steak ‘n Shake, but I’m not sure. They were kind of flat, especially at the edges, which were crispy. The other standout about this place (besides the 80’s music they were playing) was the pickles, which tasted homemade and were kind of amazing.
After dinner, I sweet-talked Charles into stopping at Schoggi, the chocolate shop we often visit when we’re in the area. I’m trying to make going there into a tradition. Then we took the Muni from Market down to the Castro area. I like subways generally, but I never do enjoy them when they’re crowded, and this one was crowded. Ugh.
Now, we’ve never been to the Castro before, but we stepped out of the clean, open, red brick terminal and it was sunset, with a broad sky above us and fairly low buildings around us, and I thought it was quite beautiful. There was room to breathe. It felt almost like a little town rather than part of a big city. We were going to the historic Castro Theater (right across the street from the terminal), and the line stretched around the block, so there was plenty of time to enjoy the surroundings.
Only later did I find out that a fantastic yarn shop, Imagiknit, was just another block or two away. Talk about a missed opportunity!
We went to see a performance of Cinematic Titanic. You may remember me telling you that Charles likes Rifftrax (for example, in this blog post), and Cinematic Titanic seems to be basically the other half of the team that used to do Mystery Science Theater 3000, so they perform basically the same kind of act: they comedically “riff” on a terrible movie. The movie we saw them send up was The Doll Squad. Do NOT recommend. It is awful in so many different ways. But the comedy overlay got funnier and funnier as the night went on, and I hadn’t even taken advantage of the cash bar in the lobby. I think the highlight may have been when the heroine kills the bad guy – her ex-boyfriend – with a sword hanging on the wall. And then picks up the gun on the table beside her and runs out of the room.
A good time had at the theatre, a much less crowded ride back to Market street, where we ate the truffles we had bought earlier on our walk back to the car, and then the drive home, which is almost always a pleasure because late at night, there’s not much traffic and you can enjoy the moon and the mountains without worrying about the crazy people around you.
We missed the organ player at the Stanford, but we caught the show at the Castro.