My friend Rebecca (plus her friend Linda, who’s now become a friend of mine as well) and I have kind of started a tradition of going to Original Joe’s restaurant after baseball games in San Francisco. I say ‘kind of’ because we’ve done it twice in less than a year.
The second time, it was so packed, we could only eat at the bar, where we sat opposite this philosophy:
It was a comforting thought, considering how much we’d been spending on accommodation!
