LovedbyL Speaks: San Francisco: Day Four, August 5

Sunday morning I got up and walked on Sutter Street toward Taylor Street looking for that washerette I mapped out earlier so I could know where to wash my clothes later on. Instead I walked past Taylor and turned down Jones Street, thinking that the washerette was somewhere on Post Street. Crossing Post Street I kept going down Jones because I suddenly remembered about Dottie's. Dottie's True Blue Cafe to be exact. I saw a line coming out of a restaurant some ways down and walked past the people and stood at the end of it. About 25, almost 30 people were in line but I had patience to wait because I had heard alot about this place.

Twenty-five minutes later I was halfway up the line when a waitress came out and asked. 'Is there just one person eating?' Oh, you betcha. So she grabbed me and we walked past everyone. I almost missed the single seat at the front end of the bar, everybody seemed so squished in there. The place was smaller than my hotel room! I looked at the menu on the wall and ordered some kind of egg frittata (I think).

To amuse myself I watched the sole cook do his thing. I realized that it wasn't because of him that it took so long to get in. Although it was only him doing all the cooking he had everything totally under control. It was this tiny place with four tables and a counter for five that kept that line long.

My breakfast took no longer than ten minutes. See the delicious dish I had? Tomatoes, feta cheese, avocado and a little bit portuguese sausage. Side of hash potatoes and a few slices of this awesome bread. It was like a scone textured loaf that was cut into slices. The cook buttered the grill and threw the slices on and it came out wonderfully toasty. Awesome, awesome stuff! I am absolutely coming back here every single time I'm in San Francisco.

Later in the day I hopped on this really cool vintage 'F' and headed to the Castro.

Talk about gay. The Castro just screams, 'I'M GAY, FU##KEN DEAL WITH IT!' I love this place. Next to the Castro Theatre was the Castro Nail Salon so I stopped in and made an appointment. Never had my nails done so I figured I may as well go for it. Losing my virginity in new places is so much fun. My hair in Rome a few years. My nails here in the Castro. Being away from home makes you adventurous enough to do fun things. May be boring to you but this is how I have fun.

An hour and half of free time before my appointment so I cruised down Castro and went into a few of the shops. Across the street was an Italian market called A. G. Ferrari. I had seen this store online and drooled at all the products they had to offer. Olive oil heaven!! Ever since I traveled to Italy a few years back I have switched to olive oil and have never turned back. But right now I was standing in an A. G. Ferrari store, stocked with wonderful aromatic olive oil. A solidly handsome gay man sashayed his way over to me and flustered over nearly every product in the store. Soon I was hungry and decided to eat at the deli there. This so reminded me of Italy. I fell in love all over again.

I order one of each of these tasty balls, and I mean damn tasty. Soft, warm, aromatic......heaven! This is what I ate, as noted on the little signs further below:

Fritelle di carciofi, artichoke heart fritters stuffed with parmesan, fresh ricotta and garlic

Arancini do riso, breaded tomato-risotto balls stuffed with pork-and-beef ragu and peas

Fritelle di melanzane, grilled eggplant courgettes stuffed with roasted red peppers and Sicilian risotto salata

Pure heaven!

This so reminds me of Italy:

This is the plate where those yummy delectible balls came from. See those other gorgeous dishes next to it?

I took a picture of this beautiful dish (manzo brasato, Piemontese style tender beef brainsed with vegetables, mushrooms and red wine) because I want to make it!