Right now I feel a little bit like my soul has splintered into a hundred thousand glimmering fragments within my chest, and I have to breathe carefully for fear of suffering a myriad tiny cuts for every shining face I left behind in Cedar City yesterday.
My three weeks in that little town of Utah were truly magical, and I made a great many friends whom I hope to find again in new cities in the future. I have more Cedar tales to tell (and another Vegas post, too), but right now it hurts least to skip straight to my first night in San Francisco, where my much-missed-these-past-six-months wild jazzy Jeniqua met me at the airport for our week-long Californian adventure.
First, though, I had to survive three quick-change flights on three hours of sleep and no coffee. After two mad dashes through airports with no time for a caffeine stop, I found myself rummaging through my bag for the candy bar I knew I’d stashed away during our Vegas weekend.
The above Unreal #5 Chocolate Caramel Nougat Bar Unjunked is what I know as a Mars Bar, albeit made without artificial ingredients, hydrogenated oils, corn syrup, GMOs, or preservatives. It’s been a goodly long time since I last had a Mars Bar, but this definitely had the same malty caramel chewy mild-chocolate-y sweetness I remember from childhood.
I was tempted to smoosh this chocolate into the face of the old man seated next to me on the third plane, because he didn’t seem to understand that it’s rude to read what a perfect stranger is typing on her laptop over her shoulder. Ultimately, however, my need for a sugar rush beat my desire to teach a rude old codger some manners.
Jeniqua’s and my first port of call in San Francisco was Blue Bottle Coffee, as our hearts have both been yearning for true, proper, true, proper coffee. My first sip of this long black (or Americano) was like drinking silk.
Jeniqua’s face lit up at the first sip of her latte, and we were both impressed by the sea salt-flecked richness of the double chocolate cookie (though, in truth, I still always prefer my chocolate straight).
With the warmth of coffee in our veins and reaffirmed friendship in our smiles, Jeniqua and I headed off to fulfill our next shared craving: Japanese. At Sanraku, we pored giddily over the menu, knowing we wanted everything.
Jeniqua’s mind was focused on finding any sushi roll covered in sesame seeds, and mine was dedicated to tracking down seaweed salad.
Photo courtesty of Jeniqua
True friends work together to find dining bliss. And what bliss it was!
Sanraku, your Hiyashi Wakame seaweed salad was heaven in my mouth, and your Asari Miso Soup with Manila clams and green onions was a new extravagance in my life.