We celebrated T's birthday today.
First, the birthday person relaxed in his bathrobe with his beloved laptop.
Then we joined Margaret, BZ, Max and Aiden for some East Bay baseball.
My two favorite teams, the Indians and the As, were playing. Sadly, the Indians lost, 6-1. They are my first priority (I'll save tales of the Indians-directed fanaticism of my youth for another post.) T, however, had no preference, so he was not at all disappointed in the outcome.
We continued celebrating over dinner at Spork, a Mission District restaurant that replaced a dreary KFC not too long ago.
Dining at Spork is much more like dining at Design Within Reach than dining at KFC. And I mean that as a compliment. There is no chicken at all on the menu. I love the place. Everything I've tried at Spork has been delectable, especially the chilled asparagus salad and the airy dinner rolls. Here's the swordfish dish that I had.
The most quirky thing thing about Spork is not the sporks, or the teeny-tiny hamburger cookies they give you with the check: it's the fact that they don't serve tea. I love tea. This time, I asked them, hey what's up with the tea thing? The waiter told us that when they first opened, elderly people came in for the first seating and dawdled over their after-dinner tea for an inordinate amount of time. So they just took tea off the menu. That struck me as a bit unkind, plus I've never really seen an elderly person in Spork.
The birthday person had the steak, and the grilled strawberry salad, and finished with beignets, served with a rather fancy silver spork.
Happy birthday, T!