Number None in 2033
On Saturday I hit cuts and bounced to Mendocino for the homie Nate's birthday weekend at a magical placed call Oz. Stopped in Boonville and ate incredibly well. One of the best sandwiches I've had was this organic beef brisket with pickled onion slaw on home made sourdough bread and Mendocino mustard.
You can't beat Jesus.
Mike signed the rest of these. Last of the last.
Back in SF this morning at Tartine.
Took a stroll Downtown SF right after. The weather is way too nice today.
And to ruin my morning I saw one of the worst adverts in SF. Whoever did the copy on this bullshit is a fucking retard. If Svedka keeps paying for this crap they won't even by around in 2013. Best in 2033!? Fuck you.
This Monday is already way more rad than last. Enjoy!